A few years ago, I posted about my then-eleven year old son. I thought maybe he would never learn how to glue himself together every day.
Fast forward a few years. He will be 14 in a couple of weeks. He takes a shower every day. He uses shampoo and soap. He puts on deodorant. He even wears clean underwear.
In the past 24 hours, he has asked for a haircut and requested ironing lessons.
|This was Christmas morning, so he was a bit disheveled which opposes the point of this post. |
Nice smile, though. :)
So, for you mothers of wrinkled, crazy-haired eleven year olds out there, here is your dose of hope.
In a few short years, he will smell good and look nice.
And your heart will break just a little bit.