Braeden's twelve tomorrow. Twelve. This seems like a Big Deal. And he is really truly a 'tween. He was sort of too old for toys for Christmas but was sort of disappointed when he didn't get many (and you can't blame him...toys are fun to get, and give). And being a Mormon boy that's twelve adds a whole new dimension to 'tween-dom. He has one foot in primary and one in young men's. He will become a deacon and receive the Priesthood (Big Deals).
My brother Ammon (the baby of the family) said, when talking to me about Braeden being twelve, "You are old." Thank you Ammon. Isn't he darling?
Braeden is on the bottom of the staircase with all the teenage experiences up ahead of him, almost in reach.
The other night Adam and I were discussing this and asking each other if we were ready for Braeden/twelve/almost a teenager.
Our answer: we're not.
But we're like Kuzco and Pacha in one of my favorite funny movies, The Emperor's New Groove:
[Kuzco and Pacha are tied to a tree branch floating in a river]
Kuzco: Don't tell me. We're about to go over a huge waterfall.
Kuzco: Sharp rocks at the bottom?
Pacha: Most likely.
Kuzco: Bring it on.
Bring it on indeed.