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Snips And Snails And…Boners?

Snips And Snails And…Boners?

Eleven year old boys laugh about boners and snicker at crude jokes.

Do they have any idea what they are talking about? I received quite a show when I took my seat behind a group of them a few weeks ago.

The look on their faces when they realized I was sitting within earshot – priceless!

My almost eleven year old son still likes to snuggle on my lap. A few weeks ago he fell asleep there in the crook of my arm with his head tucked under my chin. I want to hold on to moments like this, because I don’t know how much longer this will last.

Evan was sitting across from the jokesters. He was much too involved with what he was working on to even pay attention to them. Does he know what a boner is? Evan can’t even say penis without turning five different shades of red.

Would those jokes have made him snicker too?

They are little boys trapped in bodies that will soon to be approaching puberty. They still like to play with toy cars and Legos, but soon their interests will change to dating and driving. My son thinks a few girls from his school are cute. I love watching his ears get a little red when I ask him about them. The evolution from little boy to tween is happening before our eyes.

I don’t envy middle school teachers, working in a room that reeks of body odor and pheromones.

Tween boys are a mystery to me, even more so than when I was a tween. Their behavior is hard for me to decipher. I know what it felt like to be a tween girl trying to fit in, but, at eleven, I was still very much a little girl. Was it normal, back then, to still play with Barbie dolls, or was I an exception to the rule?

Just last week, my son told me that he always does better when I am with him. Will he always feel that way?

Middle school is only a few months away. Didn’t I just send this little boy off to school for the first time wearing a yellow polo shirt carrying a backpack that was bigger than him?

In September, I will send him off again. You will find me on the front porch watching him walk up the hill.

He will probably be wearing a backpack that still looks too big on his little shoulders.

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