Every morning I walk with Graham up over the hill and down the other side, to the bus stop. He's 10 and a half, I don't need to, really, but it's a nice part of my day, and it's generally a nice part of the day to be outside.
We get there a couple of minutes before the bus comes, and that gives me time to review him. Invariably, his hair is standing up a little, his shoes a little too loosely tied.
Today, there was a reasonable-sized zit on his nose, and it was a little wake-up call. Oh no, I thought. My darling little boy. I know that puberty is coming on, I can smell it forebodings of it when we wrestle or snuggle at night. Pubic hair will be a total shock.
Zits. I had forgotten about them. This sweet little guy with pretty serious social challenges, at least has the protection of a generally kind and bouncy manner, an infectious laugh, an encyclopedic command of military history, modern weaponry, and Star Wars trivia, and a cherubic face. I think even the girls think he's cute, if goofy. But zits! Oh no!
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
A zit on my boy
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