They can be a lot of fun when they are older. My boys both have birthdays next month and my oldest will be 12 and my youngest will be 9. I sometimes wonder where the time has gone, but they are at ages now that are fun. They can joke, they are pretty self-sufficient (I haven’t wiped a bum in years) and they can enjoy things that my husband and I also enjoy—take, for instance, sports.
My kids are kind of obsessed with Boston sports. It can be a great thing when a team is winning and it kind of stinks when they lose. When my youngest cried when the Patriots lost the last Super Bowl in which they played, I was not happy. But waking my kids up this morning to tell them that the Boston Bruins won last night after a big come back was awesome. And it’s not just that they were happy that they won. When my kids asked which team the Bruins will play in the next series and my husband told them, my oldest said, “That’s going to be tough for them” because they get it. They understand the games a heck of a lot more than I do. They can have conversations about the games with my husband and talk statistics and analysis. I end up left out of these conversations because I really don’t understand this stuff at all, but that’s ok.
And it’s not just sports. My youngest loves to talk about current events. He loves to take in information and learn new things, so he loves to know what is going on in the world. It’s amazing to listen to an 8-year-old’s perspective.
While it stinks to think of how quickly the years fly by, I love the young men my boys are becoming. I love that they are taking life in and participating in it. I love that they can team up with their dad and tease me. I love listening to them have conversations with adults. And my oldest might almost be as tall as I am, but both boys still make sure to give me a hug and a kiss before bed. After all, they are still my boys.