Wearing one of my bodychains*... bit of a theme going on this week... I'm all armour and arm-our and gladiator boots and harnesses and grrr power and pink energy and where-are-my-nunchucks? [which by the way, I can totally do. In my dreams] and general wannabe-Amazon fierceness ... which is interesting considering I'm totally crumbling at the realisation that my youngest is no longer a baby. L(jump for more...)
*my bodychains... I'm getting quite a few orders! Have a crazy rush for Christmas! I do a variety, will post the full range soon... and I need your help deciding something...
I went through it with the others but...it's hitting me hard, real hard, this time. He's 14 and he towers above me now [I am now officially the shortest and I am not short! I have a family of giants!] and when I ask about the movie, that he and his girlfriend went to see, I get;
My child aka 14yo bucket of hormones: "Was okay, didn't really watch it."
Me aka naive idiot: "Huh? Why? What was wrong? Did [girlfriend] like it?"
My child aka Child With Naive Idiot For a Parent: "Mum... we didn't watch the movie."
That didn't hit as hard as seeing him at his Cadets Stand-In Parade. I didn't recognise him because I was looking for my little boy and well... he's a young man. There may have been tears. It will be worse when he starts driving. The others had to kick me out of their cars. ["It's okay Mum, I love you, now get out."] sigh. I'm ridiculous.
...I'll be back to continue/finish this... it's late and I'm not funny...but I want to publish this because I'm trying to be a good blogger.... just realised!... I'm pretty much wearing the same thing one week later!