10 going on 21

This is my Brett. He is my oldest son and he is 10 going on 21. I never understood that expression until I had kids. Now, I totally get it. I had Brett when I was 21 years old. He was born three days before our first anniversary. So needless to say, our first year of marriage was...interesting. Nothing like going from single, to married, to parent in one years time. Life with Brett has been incredible. He is an amazing kid with a very soft heart. He is the image of his Dad complete with drive and motivation...most of the time. He absolutely HATES coats...loves shorts...and enjoys all sports.

The other day, I was having what I would consider to be a challenging day. Life was just "complicated" that day. I bought an uppercase living expression to put on our bathroom wall and decided to put it up. I should have known on that day...it was a bad idea. The saying?...Be Still and know that I am God. Oh Lord...I am trying.

As I am hanging the saying, the boys were at the table finishing their dinner...fighting. The fighting was getting ridiculous, but I tried to block it out. I wanted to see the beautiful words on my wall. It was a nightmare. The words were ripping...they were not staying on the wall...and the letter o in the word God completely ripped. I was heartbroken. One because it was ruined...two because my little "blessings" were screaming from the living room, three because Coach was at conferences, and four because the day had gone from complicated to STRAIGHT BAD. So...we loaded up to run some errands. I went to the mailbox to pick up our mail when I found it. Coach and Brett are big fans of Sports Illustrated the magazine. There it was...in all its glory.

The Swimsuit edition.

If it hadn't been four degrees outside, I probably would have slid down the side of my dirty minivan to cry right there on the street. I regained composure and stuffed the magazine in my coat. Ugh.

You see, a few weeks back, Brett...my 10 year old blessing...found a picture in my SELF magazine. It was a girl that was wearing a bikini...standing on a beach. He said something that has haunted me ever since...Woo-woo.

Woo-woo. ugh. I can't breathe. I am having a nervous breakdown...I can feel it. Someone call 911...the room is going dark. Did anyone else hear that? Woo-woo? Do you know what that means?

Woo-woo...translation...Hubba Hubba...Sexy Momma. I am going to throw up.

Yep...I am definitely having a breakdown here. The last time I felt like this was...well...March 17th, 2006. The day we found out we were going to have THIRD child! ("Does two lines mean positive?", Coach said) Oh Lord...seriously?

My baby...my ten year old baby...just saw a woman in a bikini and NOTICED! Up to now he has never noticed. What do I do? How do I deal with this?

I know...I will cancel every subscription to every magazine. I will cancel cable and home school him. I will save you Brett! I will save you from lust! I will save you from falling in love with women who have no idea who you are and what you are about!

Wait a minute...I know what I will do. I will pray for him. I will pray that he meets a wonderful woman who will love him like Coach and I love each other. I will share my love for Christ with him. I will equip him with the knowledge he needs to make the right decisions with his heart when his mind thinks otherwise. I will teach him to love a woman with the love that Christ has given us. I will be open with him about all that frightens me and I will take this one step at a time...with God. And then, I will roll up the magazine and whack him upside the head with it. Wait...I already did that...right after the "woo-woo".

Have a great day all!
Amy