Sometimes I Forget He’s Still a Kid

That young person sitting on the pediatric exam table is my 11-year-old son, Boy Wonder.

I know one look at his sweet baby face and abbreviated stature is all it takes to remind you that he’s still a kid, but for me – the woman who birthed him – I regularly forget.

As the mother of another, much younger son, I have a tendency to view Boy Wonder as mature beyond his years. With grown-up interests and an obvious desire to speed through his development, his old soul makes it dangerously easy to forget that he’s still a child. [read more…]