Ok. So yesterday Jordan, Sofia and I were sitting at the kitchen table doing homework- and the teachers are just laying it on strong before the holidays *three weeks of holidays* in preparation to lay it on stronger for those three weeks of holidays, when to avoid working we started talking middle school girls. Sofia is lethal. She sits quietly, observes and listens. Jordan just had his infamous holiday concert in the Duomo, which went really well. Yes, my deaf jewish son sings in a school choir and a church. It's always an emotional experience here.
Until, we started talking girls.
I asked, "Jordan, do you still like so-and-so?"
His reaction was taking the palm of his hand and moving it from his neck to his knees.
Until, we started talking girls.
I asked, "Jordan, do you still like so-and-so?"
His reaction was taking the palm of his hand and moving it from his neck to his knees.
*JORDAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
He said, "Eh, Mamma, that's the way it is." The girls in my class have boobs now, but she doesn't.
Sofia burst out laughing.
* SOFIA!!!!!!!!!!!!*
I am not ready for this. I am not ready to have boob discussions with my son who yesterday was that baby with hearing aids sitting in the high chair fighting with me to not do his speech therapy lessons.
Twelve years later he's still fighting with me about homework, but he's singing in a choir and talking about boobs.
Give me strength.
He said, "Eh, Mamma, that's the way it is." The girls in my class have boobs now, but she doesn't.
Sofia burst out laughing.
* SOFIA!!!!!!!!!!!!*
I am not ready for this. I am not ready to have boob discussions with my son who yesterday was that baby with hearing aids sitting in the high chair fighting with me to not do his speech therapy lessons.
Twelve years later he's still fighting with me about homework, but he's singing in a choir and talking about boobs.
Give me strength.
