I have been a mum to a teenager for a few years now but now I am a mum to two teenagers (I know – I look too young!) and yet again the dynamic in the family is changing. As Dylan becomes a teenager I look at my little family and wonder where the years are going. From today we have another teenager in the house!
I still remember that walk into maternity with such clarity, the snow was falling and the world was beautiful. A crisp cold morning and my waters had broken. After a hellish labour with Chloe 3 1/2 years previously I had put it to the universe that I wanted my waters to break early in the morning. I wanted to labour in daylight hours and hold my baby in my arms by tea time. And that is what happened (although no one had warned me about after pains with a second baby).
Dylan and I left hospital the following day and from day one he was quieter than Chloe. He cried less, he ate more and slept more. I felt like I knew what I was doing being Dylan’s mummy. It was certainly easier the second time around.
However he was also the one that I worried about, eczema and being dairy free blighted meal times. He was the reason we spent Christmas Eve and Day in hospital on a drip. He was hospitalised many more times due to Herpes Simplex Eye Infections. His birthday is not only a day for cake but the day he starts six months of his hayfever medication. Hayfever is his nemesis yet he rarely complains these days, he has learnt how to work around it most of the time but the tree pollen still brings him out in hives.
Dylan has always been the quiet one, but he is the one that makes us laugh the loudest with his observational wit and sense of humour. Dyl’s body hit the teen years before his birthday. This past year has seen him grow taller than most of his friends and taller than me in the process. I have to wake him from a deep slumber every weekend otherwise he would hibernate.
He still loves everything about football from playing in goal at the weekend to watching every. single. game. on. TV. This past year has seen him take an interest in his appearance and clothes. He knows what he likes and it now costs me! His hair is now cut more often than anyone else’s in the family and only by one hairdresser.
My boy is a teenager and I can’t wait to go on this next adventure with him.