This delightful young man is known as "Freckle Face". He does not want to have his picture taken.
He is working at calling me "Mom" instead of "mommy".
I am not allowed to kiss him on the face for fear of lipstick marks. I also may not kiss him good-bye in front of classmates. As soon as we step on the school grounds - 200m from his door, he bows his head to me reverently (Not!) so that I kiss the top of his head instead of his face.
And I may not plan "playdates" for him, he just wants to invite his friends to "come over", but it is definitely NOT a date! Ahhh... the joys of mothering an 8 year old!
2 comments:
Oh goodness, I remember hearing of Freckle Face's birth - how did he already to be 8 and a little extra particular?
I think it ironic this post of the grumpy-faced pre-pre-pre teen is just above the beautiful Mother's Day poem he wrote you.
Have to say, I'm so thankful to be past all that growing-up kinda stuff (not that I'm a 'grown up' really yet myself *grin*). So much to figure out.
Josh is so fortunate to have you as his MOMMY! Keep on lovin' him - lipstick and ALL!
I love his face!!
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