I've been noticing adolescence sneaking up on him for a few months. He's always been a mama's boy and would just grab me when I was walking by and hug me. He's always been clingy, not very independent and emotionally needy. He's always preferred to spend time with me, much to his father's frustration.
He is very much like me -- my personality, my quirks. He likes to say that he is about 75 percent me and his brother, D8, is about 75 percent their dad. That sums it up pretty well.
I'm making a conscious effort to let go of him and to not interfere to much when I see him processing things so much the way I did as a child. It's hard not to jump in and try and feel it for him. Of course I can't. But we could fix things so easily when they were babies and toddlers. Change a diaper. Feed them. Fix a toy.
Now it's not always that easy.
I love seeing his sense of humor develop. It's much like mine -- sarcastic and dry. He's funny, introspective and smart.
Just in time for father's day he's turning towards his dad. It's been happening for awhile. He likes hanging out with him, going places. About 3:00 p.m. every day he starts anticipating his dad's arrival. I see them bonding and developing a relationship just like my husband had with his dad.
This morning D8 asked for pancakes and while I was making them I remembered making shaped pancakes for J12 when he was younger. I couldn't quite remember what shape so I asked him. We had to think about it for a moment but then he remembered -- Blue's Clues paw prints!
At 12 he's standing on the brink between child and teen. I like this age. He's still mine but I have some breathing room.
I asked him if he wanted me to make him a paw print pancake and he said yes. So I did. It was like a little shout out to the past. A nice memory saluted on this ordinary Saturday morning. Something he'll forget much sooner than I will. Which is how it should be.