I am still in some sort of fog where I don't really know what to think about this.
On the one hand…..Good for him!
On the other……um, BABY.
Nope. Not a baby anymore. He even has the underarm hair to prove it. Which. Gross.
To be quite honest it has never crossed my mind that Jacob would get DATE, much less a girlfriend of six weeks. I figured we'd head down this road in a few years when Adam was ready, but here we are. Smack dab in the middle of pubescent dating.
I am just winging it ya'll. Have no idea what the protocols are here.
There was no Homecoming Dance, which, why? So they went to a movie for their Homecoming date. We have never let the child go anywhere by himself and suddenly he's walking into a cinema hand in hand with someone else who is not either of us. Very strange. They took pictures in the photo booth and in one they were kissing. I did vomit just a little in my mouth. REALLY not ready for this.
The good news is this, this GIRL, this relationship, this, this, whatever it is, has motivated him somewhat. Oh, he's still failing three classes and he still dabbles in daily curse words, but he bathes. And brushes his teeth. And sometimes he even changes his underwear. All it really takes is a reminder that he can neither 1. drive nor 2. make money to make him self-calm. Sometimes it actually works. He WANTS to see this girl every weekend and he needs us to make that happen. It's a powerful tool.
He has not been miraculously cured. He still has ADHD but now he doesn't fight us about his medications. He even asked to take an extra so they wouldn't wear off on said date.
We still have bad days but I can tell he is trying. Sometimes. Finally.
All my life I thought I'd be the perfect mother. I even majored in it. I aced all the child development classes I took toward my degree in, wait for it, Early Childhood Development and Elementary Education.
And then they were born. First Jacob, who is 8, then Adam, who is 4, and our biggest surprise, Elizabeth who is 2.
As much as I really wanted to be, I am finding out I am no June Cleaver. For starters, The Beav never had a baby sister.