As a mom to two teenaged boys, life now presents a different set of challenges.
Gone are the days of early bedtimes, sweet baby chatter, and fresh-smelling kids’ rooms. Now it’s up until 10 pm or so, the deep rumble of male voices, and a pungent locker room scent wafting freely throughout the house.
Privacy and boundaries MUST be well-marked now.
The boys, who share a bedroom, like to keep their door shut. We knock, and expect the same in return. So far, so good.
They will walk around in their underwear now and then, but for the most part they are pretty modest.
One problem area? The family computer is in our master bedroom.
Now that the boys are teens they’re using it more. Before, I was used to walking into my bedroom after coming home from work, undoing my bra, flinging it into the air, and stepping out of my jeans and into sweatpants.
I now have to change my clothes in our bathroom. And if I’m feeling crabby and want my room to myself, I’ll ask them to get off the computer. Of course they’ll grumble. Oh well.
A few years ago when the Sex Ed program at their school was in full swing, my older son asked me what a vagina looked like. I bit my lip, remained composed and readied myself to let him know he could go look it up in a medical book at the library. But luckily he had moved on to another topic. That was a relief for me, as I was not prepared to draw him my rendition of a vag. But I did remind him that he could ask his dad any questions pertaining to male issues.
I try to remember that my boys aren’t little ones anymore, even though the fact that my younger son still hugs me goodnight without being asked warms my heart.
There is testosterone galore in my house, which lends to them occasionally punching and shoving each other around, and their father sometimes joins in just for fun. I try not to cringe, and can’t help picturing black eyes and broken bones.
And so it seems that the life of a woman surrounded by men is a matter of these rules:
1. Knock before entering
2. Resist saying “be careful!” too much
3. Hope they won’t be scarred for life if/when they catch a glimpse of me naked
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