Yesterday morning, I took my ten-year old son to the doctor. He wasn’t sick, but I had not yet found him a doctor since moving to Georgia last summer. I wanted to get him established somewhere in case we ever needed one. He hasn’t needed a doctor in over a year and I’m thankful he has been a healthy little boy.
As we sat in the exam room waiting for the doctor, my son points to the brochures hanging on the wall across room.
“Mom” he says “I’ve heard the word before…but what exactly is puberty?”
I glance over to the brochures. Among them I see one titled “Puberty in Girls” and another one “Puberty in Boys”
Oh, boy, I thought, it’s time, isn’t it? Sometimes, this mom, still thinks of her son as 7 years old.
I walk over and grab one of the brochures.
Without going into too much detail here, (I am assuming all of my readers have been through puberty and know what it means) I will keep the specifics of my talk I had with my son between the two of us.
The brochure did mention that puberty happens between the ages of 10-15 years of age. I shared that information with my son too.
Last night, out of the blue, while sitting on the couch watching TV with my son, he says…”it’s so weird that I am in puberty and didn’t even know it!”
These are the things that will come out of my son’s mouth that make me wish I could just pause time for a little bit. These moments of innocence. These moments before life becomes more complicated and before choices become tougher.
I want my husband and I to be there for him through all of it. I want us to help guide him through all the questions. I want my son to feel like he can come to us and talk to us about anything. Anything.
But, Lord, could we slow things down for just a little bit? Time keeps moving forward and I’m not ready.
Last night, this little boy and I snuggled on the couch together. I held him tight and, for just a moment, time stood still.