Happy 15th birthday to my son. My youngest child is fifteen. FIFTEEN!! No idea where all that time has gone.
From experience we should all be aware that BRACE! BRACE! would be the appropriate warning when you move into this age bracket. You need to brace yourself because fifteen can be one of the worst ages on the planet for a parent (and very often the child as well). Raging hormones, still not an adult, experimenting all round, no plans, no sense of danger, no consideration for parents, friends are key, only want to be out, being in is deathly dull and then there is some serious work to be getting on with next year whilst us beleaguered parents are still “in charge” of their life and yet by next year they can content to medical, dental or surgery, have sex and be responsible for contraception, drink in public, buy lottery tickets – generally do all those things us poor parents don’t want them to and it is all A NIGHTMARE TO MANAGE.
It is not by accident that this book ended up in his pile of presents:-
Anyway, on the up side, we had a lovely birthday party with him – the tallest member of my family – he’s changed astonishingly in the last few years and I’m going to do a separate post on that one day when we are totally out the other side, but in the meantime, here’s my blog entry of our night, for our records….
This is how tall he is with the smallest member of our family – my mother…who has become pocket sized in comparison:-
Here we are a favourite family restaurant – me with my birthday boy and a large slice of cake:-
And with both boys:-
The cake which was lovingly made by his older brother (first cake he’s ever made – thanks Betty Crocker!):-
