Good behavior, more respect
I’m not sure when my oldest son turned into a young man.
He turns 15 in a few weeks, and I can’t believe how mature he’s becoming. Ya, like that. But in lots of other ways, too. I should have gotten a clue when I found that he’s wearing all my clothes.
He’s taken on a role of being the big brother in ways I wasn’t sure he ever would. I find him protective of his younger siblings, our apartment, and of his own reputation. I see him making friends, but even more important, making good choices when he’s with them.
Last night, he told me that the apartment manager gave him a treat (I think he said it was an Otter Pop). Lessons aside about taking candy from strangers, he said it was because he was behaving while his friends and he were at the pool. I’ve often told him that with good behavior and better responsibility comes respect from others, and that he’ll have more freedom and more fun when he’s trusted, than if he’s not. Loved seeing that lesson play out without my involvement.
Of course later, he stubbed his toe because he was running at the pool. Ouch.
