I looked back on the blogity blog to see if I had referred to Samuel’s 12th year and my 39th year and I couldn’t find anything so I’m going to talk about it now.
I know he’s 13 and I’m not 39 anymore, but I was thinking about the theory I had and am still wondering about it.
Last year was difficult! I mean really difficult!!! I kept saying that being a 12 year old boy must be tough, because Samuel & I were having some trouble. And then after praying about it, I began to think that maybe 39 was tough and that was what made 12 seem bad. You know, he was reflecting my attitude. (Isn’t being a parent grand?!)
I was worried about age 13. I figured that once he became a teenager it would only get worse. I would become increasingly uncool and weird.
But months passed, I was no longer 39 and he was 13 and I noticed that life was pretty good. We were getting along better. Things were running smoother at home.
My question is still unanswered. I don’t know if it was 39 or 12 that was the tough age. They’re both stepping off points for “BIG” birthdays, maybe it was a combination of the two of us reaching the end of our youth. HA!!
Maybe it was 39, and I was somehow grieving my 30’s (yeah, I don’t much think so!). Or maybe it was 12.
And you know what that got me to thinking?
Yes, in two years I will have TWO 12 YEAR OLDS!!!!! AAAAHHHH!!!
I’ll let you know what the toughest age is then!
Julie
Life With My Sister 
too funny on wondering about the 12 yr olds… you are a great mom!yfatbeo
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