My baby, my second-born is 15. How can this be? There is something about your last one getting older that makes a parent sad. No more babies or little milestones such as walking and talking to get excited about. Now you're a parent of an older kid, even if he is the baby. He's in high school. He's inching closer to getting a driver's license and getting his first job. Girlfriends/first loves are now a possibility and the heartbreak that comes with it. Friends are a big deal. Sports are important. Gaming is a favorite activity. Fifteen just hits differently. Not just in number, but in who they are becoming. He's growing and maturing. His kindness, eagerness to help people, and personality are truly inspiring. But don't get me wrong, he is still a teenager, and he has his moments. There is something about teen boys that is gross and stinky. I'm not sure why it takes pulling teeth to get these kids to shower and take care of themselves, from clipping their nails to putting on deodorant. It is what it is. Being a boy mom, despite the disgusting side of it, is something I love most of all. I've always wanted boys and something I will always cherish.
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