Monday, February 21, 2011

The First Graders With Facial Hair

Even the scrawniest among them have at least three inches on me. My own young child has me beat by five inches. He is growing at an alarming rate. They all are.


There are zits visible, with the scrawny one saddled with the most. And there is strong, man-sized body odor oozing from them, with, once again, the scrawny one being the top of the heap in rankness.


Their legs are hairy. That is one competition the scrawniest does not win.


Their feet are huge, sporting boat-sized footwear.


They speak so deeply that callers mistake them for their fathers when offered a lazy "Hullo" when the phone rings.



They eat everything in the house. Well, everything that is not healthy. [Not that there's much health food here, mind you. We are talking about my house, after all.]


How did this gaggle of first-grade boys turn so quickly into not-so-little men? It really was just moments ago that I was corralling them on field trips to the Lawrence Hall of Science and the Richardson Bay Audubon Center. And now it is to R-rated movies I take them, handing over cash for them to make their own way, seemingly requiring nothing from me besides the cash itself.


They are in flux. So is my heart.

3 comments:

Coma Girl said...

Aww, they really do grow up so fast. When I met my husband his youngest was 9 and two weeks ago he left for Marine boot camp :(

Tara R. said...

It's like the Body Snatchers. I have no idea where my little boy went, but he was replaced with a full-grown man. It's very weird.

JTS said...

It does seem to almost happen in the blink of an eye, the little boy becomes the gangly adolescent who suddenly looks and sounds like an adult man. I look up at my now 31 year old son, and try to figure out where that little boy in the school crosswalk went to. I miss him! But I love the man he has become!

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