I have been thinking lately about how much our sons are growing up. Just yesterday, Saenz and Zephyr were a small babe in my arms with their toothless smiles lapping up my undivided attention.
Flash forward to our now pre-teen on the burgeoning precipice of teenage angst, secret worlds, and his own language. I do so much miss listening to him talk to imaginary friends and him inviting me in to play in his world.
On Sunday, hubby taught Saenz how to shave his peach fuzz mustache because the hairs were darkening to match his hair color. This set me to thinking: is it time for father and son to take a trip as a rite of passage like hunting. For the two to bond over scratching, a camp fire, and mugs of iced rootbeers? No matter what, I can not rightly teach him about masculine things or feelings. We have long ago had our discussion on the biology of sex so, this is not what I am thinking.
Should there be a rite of passage for Saenz marking the year when his body is entering manhood? Would he benefit from such an event so, his mind and emotional being knows he is begining the change? Do boys need their father or a man in their life to explain things to them? In other cultures, there are many ways a boy's milestones are marked and he is welcome into the secret world of MAN -- usually with the spilling of blood.
(LOL, I am not thinking of anything traumatic.)
And as I ponder these thoughts, I realized this afternoon, Zephyr too is changing so fast. I no longer need the sippy cups in the cupboard and will pack them away.
SIGH... Just feathering my nest -- it's too soooooooooon!