“Mom, I love you,” said my twelve-year-old son matter-of-factly. “I just wanted to tell you that before I hit puberty and I don’t want to hang out with you anymore.”
I chuckled and smiled as he hugged me. He smiled back, his eyes crinkling in an infectious way that I love because I’m his mother.
Here he is, age 12, with his little sister right behind him, age 9. Our family is solidly in the tween zone, barreling towards the teen years.
Besides my kids’ ages and my son’s comment about hitting puberty, I have noticed many signs lately that my kids are no longer little, yet not exactly big either.
Indeed, you know you are the parent of a tween when:
Your child has a cell phone.
You text your child.
You’ve had “The Talk”.
You don’t shop for clothes at Gymboree or Children’s Place anymore.
You can’t remember the last time you bought a Happy Meal.
You’ve resolved that video games are a part of daily life.
You’ve resolved that eye rolling is a part of daily life.
You buy your child deodorant instead of baby wipes.
You can share your shoes with your child.
You no longer sign up for activities in the children’s department at the library.
You have no idea who Sophia the First or Jake and the Neverland Pirates are.
You are not cool anymore and getting less cool by the minute.
Yup, you know you are the parent of a tween when you experience these moments.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go yell at my son to get off his phone. He’s been playing some video game on there for way too long and he left something in the microwave that smells like it’s burning.
Maybe I’ll sneak a hug in there, too.
Are you in the tween or teen years? How did you know?
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