Here's one I wasn't expecting. Buying my eleven year old son his first pair of men's size shoes. I know. I am totally freaking out.
I took him shoe shopping this morning. He loves running and has been walking a mile or two every day with his dad and brother and needed new shoes.
I grabbed the seven's in the boy's section but they were to small. I know it sounds crazy, but the whole thing was a little surreal. We went to the men's section, grabbed a pair of eights and tried them on.
Really I got a little lump in my throat. I think I started talking to him differently right there. My baby. In man shoes. It's not right.
Except that it is. It is right. He is growing up. And I like it. I like seeing his sense of humor develop and seeing him observe and figure things out. I like having conversations that are closer to adult conversations then kid conversations. I even like when he rolls his eyes at me when I try to joke around with him.
And the fact that he picked out a stuffed animal on the way out of the store? Yeah, I liked that too.