Saturday Realizations

It's Saturday, and I'm sitting here at the computer desk looking out the huge windows. Everything is so green and dark. It's rained for a week now.

I'm listening to Audioslave. Dusk has settled in.

My oldest son just came in to wash the day's stink off. Why do boys always smell like a wet dog/fish when they've played outside all day? Despite his stinky nature, I watched him flirt with one of the neighborhood girls for over thirty minutes. I watched him totally use the new puppy to further his game. He has a thing for tall, shy chics. Any ethnicity, just tall and not overly mature. I think fast girls scare him. Just an observation. I don't mention it, because he doesn't like being teased.

All he said to me when he came upstairs, "We told each other our dreams, and I'm meeting her outside tomorrow at one."

Eyebrow raise. Dreams. Really? When did we get here? How fast it went. Eight years that have zipped past me.

It seems like yesterday I was taking a shower when I hear, "Mama." Pull back shower curtain to shout, "WHAT, Logan?" I look out through suds to see five neighborhood kids that have been led into my bathroom by my four year old son. They all crowded right in front of the shower. Logan wanted to let me know they were selling cheese and sausage, and he liked cheese and sausage. In other words, we'd better jump on the sale. Not a single one of those kids, including my son, found anything odd about the situation. I wanted to absolutely die. The neighbors already judged me. I wore short shorts once while vacuuming my vehicle out. No she didn't! Just a shower curtain between me and five kids that I didn't even know... I died laughing. Needless to say, we had a huge conversation about answering the door while Mommy's in the shower.

That's been the story of his life. Like he knew what he was doing. Always. So confident with what he was doing, even when he didn't have a clue. It was amazing.

Now it's dawning on my that he's growing up. I'm not sure that I like this.