When one becomes a motherof a teenager, one might be inclined to feel old. A teenager at high school? How did that happen? I'm not that old? Surely it was just yesterday that I was chasing potential husband candidates around the busline after school myself ? Yes I married him... apparently chasing him around the busline wasn't a complete waste of time..
Then again, one might celebrate the oldest son's coming of age. Along with reaching 13 years old, he has also reached my height. Well, nearly. And that's kinda cool.
Because this weekend I lost my jandels. Flip flops for those of you that don't speak NZ-ese - apparently it's abbreviated from Japanese Sandels - betcha didn't know that?
Anyway. This weekend I lost my jandels. And since Jandels are my summer slippers, this was quite the dilemma. As it turns out, I fit Jacob's jandels though. So now I have jandels. And Jacob does not.
Handy having a teenager in the home.
This weekend I also encountered the most scary of arachnids in the bathroom. Lucky I have a teenager exterminator. What would I do without him?
This weekend I was also at a friend's house celebrating that it was a holiday Monday. It got a little late and I couldn't leave on account of my glass being full. Again. The washing was still drying outside. No problems. Send the teenager. Because he can reach the line.
The road was hot though - that must have hurt his bare feet crossing it - lucky I had my jandels for the short walk home.
And so I celebrate the teenage years. Bring on the amazing and most clever 13 year old that can reach the washing line, the ceiling in the bathroom and who doesn't mind that his mother has stolen his jandels. Or maybe he hasn't lifted his eyes from his phone long enough to see that his jandels are on my feet.
Love you, Jake!