Well, the title sums up what is happening this week in the Loobie household...hormones. Did we even have hormones at age 10? I am constantly thinking about the good ol' days...when life was more simple, values more ingrained and hormones didn't pop their ugly little heads until much later! Right?
Who am I kidding? It'd be easy to blame what is happening to my 10-year-old son on society or technology...anything but the fact that he is growing up. It scares the crap out of me! But the truth is...hormones are a reality...we had them then; they have them now. I do believe my first kiss was at age 10...can any of you old classmates remember? It might have been 11.
Back to the present...
I remember the first week of school, back in August, for the "meet the teachers" night. One teacher said in the orientation, "This just might be the hardest year your child goes through, with the change from 4th to 5th grade, changing from elementary to intermediate...and the raging hormones." I innocently looked at my husband and whispered, "So, glad we don't have to worry about that." Was it just six short months ago that we were listening to him talk about girls being stupid and gross?
Wow! How things can change quickly...and it's hard for this mom to witness the transformation from little boy to...well, big boy. At 10, I just can't call him a young man yet, but I realize these are such crucial, formative years. I find myself praying for this child (and my "baby" girl as well, of course) almost constantly. It really is scary how you can love a person so much; want so much for them. I really "get" that idea of giving your life for your child. I'm praying right now for you parents with sick or special needs children. You must experience this feeling on a daily basis.
Well, when you think of it, could you pray for Caleb...and pray for his momma! Today, I got the call from him, sharing ecstatically that he got kissed today...and it wasn't even from the girl he has a crush on. As he was telling me about it, he stopped, looked dreamily around and said, "...and I liked it!" Give me strength! I tried to logically talk to him, share what was right and wrong, tell him about the biblical view of love and intimacy...nope, nothing. He was in some hormonal stupor and could hear nothing I said. So, I just prayed with him, asking God to give him wisdom to make wise, godly choices in the years to come. And I need wisdom too, to know when to share what. My mom says I've shared WAY too much with my young children. But this is from a woman from a generation that taught us not to say the word pregnant in public. When I was 7 and my mom was pregnant with my youngest brother, she would not allow us to say the word out loud. I had to say she was "PG." Hilarious, but a sign of the times. Now, my fear is that if I don't teach them enough, from a biblical perspective, soon enough, then those on their bus and in their school hallways will. Whew! Exhausting...How many more years until he's married!?
