He will be 15 this year, and we’ve already told him if he doesn’t get As and Bs on his report card there will be no learner’s permit this year. (He’s more of a B-C student, not due to ability, but due to a lack of turning in homework)
His favorite thing now is measuring his height against family members. He passed his grandma and my sister months ago, and on a regular basis he measured himself against me. Ha ha, I’d laugh…you’re still a little boy.
Until last night, when he measured himself against my SIL and he was about a quarter of an inch taller than she.
“Hmmm,” thought I. “SIL must have shrunk, because I know she’s a bit taller than I am.”
Then he said, “Turn around, Mom,” and we stood back to back.
Little bugger is taller than me by a quarter of an inch.
He’s my little boy! Changing diapers, nursing him, cleaning him up after his first bowl of cereal, sending him off to his first day of kindergarten, rushing him to the hospital when he slipped in the bathtub, praising him when he did good at school, punishing him when he misbehaved. How can he grow up??
There’s milestones in every child’s life. Finding out your child is taller than you (and not done growing) is a biggie.
My son is only four and yet it amazes me how many milestones we’ve passed and are never going back to. He was an infant just yesterday, or so it seems!
At least he didn’t run out of the shower yelling “I’m a man! I’m a man!” and then, when everybody gathered around to see what the commotion was about, say “Look! I got hair on my toes!”
My cousin did that when he was 11.
I forget when, exactly, my daughter grew to be taller than me, but I didn’t like it. For while, I kept threatening to feed her strong coffee so that it would stunt her growth. I AM glad that she’s taller than I am, it’s handy for her to be able to reach things that I can’t, but I did have a hard time accepting it. I’m a bit over five feet, and she’s about 5’3" or 5’4".
I was very, very glad when she got her driver’s license, as that meant that SHE could chauffeur ME around. Or she could just go to her various activities without us having to work out a schedule. My husband, ever indulgent of his baby girl, bought her a used Thunderbird, and for quite some time we, that is my husband and I, had a lot of fun singing “She’ll have fun, fun fun til her daddy takes the T-bird awaaaaaaay!” to our daughter. I should note that she was in honors/AP classes, and had excellent grades before AND after she got her car.
One thing that I would recommend would be to be as lenient as you possibly could be about the learner’s permit. You really want him to have as much driving experience as possible.
ivylass
I can relate.
My younger son turns 15 this summer, and he just grew a quarter of an inch taller than I, and with him being the second one, I am especially nostalgic.
Older son is a good five inches taller than me now, and yeah, it is nice to let them drive you home–when they are around. :rolleyes:
Feeding these guys is another story. I swear the younger one has a hollow leg.