My oldest son recently turned 12. I spent a few
months days in denial, particularly since that means he will be a junior high student next year.
After the shock wore off, the full weight of responsibility hit me suddenly: I am mother to THE MOMENT.
It’s A Day No Pigs Would Die, Catcher in the Rye, Finding Neverland time of life. My son will be crossing the bridge of life into manhood, and I’m wholly unprepared. I’m not sure what to do first.
I suppose I’d better just arrange for a good, old-fashioned death maze that leads to a formerly-trustworthy man possessed by a somewhat-immortal killer wizard.
After all, I want my son to be prepared for whatever challenges he might face in life.