Everyday dose Of Reality
Our son is eleven and some changes are going on with him. We have already talked to him about puberty and a little of what to expect. For the past year he has kind of seemed terrified of puberty hitting him. For a while there it seemed he thought puberty would actually hit him. Like reach out and smack him with a big hairy hand or something. His fear is waking up one morning some voice cracking freak. I can understand his fears somewhat. I mean who wants to go through puberty in a house full of sisters waiting and begging for something to tease him about. And, with all the stunts he has pulled on them over the years, as well as, wars he declared against the sisters he has a right to fear them.
Macgyver is always willing to talk to the boy about anything, not matter what the subject may be. Let’s face it, an eleven year old boy could start out in a sane conversation and end up in Gotham City talking Batman tactics before your brain explodes. Macgyver is sick and tired of Batman, but we are just happy the boy grew out of the dinosaur phase. The roaring at people in stores was a little unnerving, but that was years ago. Now it is Batman this Batman that and we are hoping this phase end very soon, but we are only a year into this one plus the older the child the more stubborn. Now, since Macgyver is a willing growth guidance partner and puberty graduate himself, I thought I had it made. Mom gets to answer all the girl questions and requests to teach someone how to shave ones armpits. Reinforce that yes we are a tribe, although not some Amazon tribe, and no we don’t braid our leg hair and string beads from it. Explain why it was ok for me to have breastfed Nina, aka Minnie Mouse, when she was little and why it’s not ok for our five year old to do it in a store with a baby doll. With girls these questions seem to start at a younger age, so I have been taking fire on the front lines of parenting for a while now. Yet for some reason, the boy, seems more comfortable asking me questions about his twig and berries. Macgyver should be the one asked, “Is hair on my nuggets normal”?
I understand single moms with little boys will have to go through this and I do feel for you. But… I have Macgyver. Why do I have to explain what a morning pee will do to the twig before it is released? Or, why the kid standing next to him in the bathroom had a hiding turtle and pebbles instead of a twig and berries. Just wait, those of you with little ones rest assured these questions are coming for you. Get your puberty battle gear on now, some of their questions will be zingers.