A creature is growing in our home that is more horrifying than the supernatural or undead.
Saturday morning, I was enjoying coffee in the dining room when I heard the hubby say with alarm, “Oh my God, T, you’re turning.”
It was a full moon on Halloween weekend. Did we have a werewolf in our midst?
“What’s happening?” I asked curiously.
T screamed from his room, “My armpits stink! I’m turning into a teenager!”
I groaned. “Oh God, I need more coffee.”
T stomped downstairs with extra bounce in his steps. He walked towards me with arms raised.
“I don’t smell anything,” I said.
T then yelled, “PUT YOUR FACE CLOSER TO IT!!!”
I’ll do homework with him when he’s having a meltdown. I’ll clean shit from his underwear. But I ain’t willingly sticking my nose into his armpit.
This moment reminded me that life is flying by.
In a few months, T will be nine then it’ll be double digits and soon after, he’ll be a teen.
As a friend said on Facebook when I posted this amusing moment, it gets worse than armpits. “Just wait until the feet come in.”
Oh yes, I remember my teen years, wondering how shoes could smell like death.
Then I thought about the simple days when T was a toddler. I loved how he smelled after a bath and lathered in baby lotion.
I dread the teen years and how much harder they’ll be with FASD layered on top, if other parents’ horror stories are any indication.
But all we can do is to carve our own path. Do our best to prepare, seek support, and live day by day.
It reminds me to enjoy these childhood moments when T is begging us to play with him at the end of a long work day when all we want to do is rest.
To enjoy innocent traditions, such as writing letters to Santa or taking a coin from his piggy bank for the tooth fairy so T could deposit it back into the same pig.
We only get one childhood, so let’s enjoy it, because when we’re older, we’ll remember the good times and the hard ones won’t matter as much.
Halloween is T’s favourite time of the year after Christmas.
This weekend, T and the hubby carved four pumpkins; T did the designs and the hubby carved.
They also worked together to set up our front yard display – pictured at top.
While I made dinner tonight, the hubby assembled the treat bags we are giving out on Halloween, with a stash going to T’s school for his classmates.
After T finished supper, he asked to have a shower.
We praised him for having a super week this past school week and for being so awesome all weekend.
He really did – our hearts are full.
Then we let him go shower. Gotta wash those armpits after all!