The little one finally has a phone.
He’s a 7th grader now - and he finally got what he wanted: a cell phone. He was texting me throughout the day. Though I couldn’t see his facial expression, I can feel his excitement. He’d text me oddball things just for the heck of it. I mean, the kid is already texting in class. Sure, almost everyone has a phone these days. But for my little brother, it was one of the most significant stages in his life. He’s not left out of the bunch anymore. He doesn’t have to run to the Main Office just to use the school’s phone in order to call my dad. He can finally keep in touch and become more social with his friends.
He’s growing up.
With his new phone, oh the many doors that has opened for him. As a preteen, he’s still navigating his way around the middle school world. Now equipped with a phone, he won’t drown amid the ripples and tides of cliques and popularity: you know, the beginnings of drama, gossip, relationships, and the like. I don’t know where I’m going with this. I guess I’m going through that “big sister” phase/role…by the end of this Summer, he’ll be taller than me. His intelligence has exceeded beyond my initial assumptions. He understands when Mom and Dad argue, when I’m grumpy, and when not to be so nosy. His mind is still about video games and little boy stuff; but I can see the hormones kicking into his system. Yep, girls. I want him to stay in this part of his life, I don’t want his innocence to be apprehended by the hands of meddling middle school girls, nor do I want his big and genuine heart to be manipulated by them.
He’s such a good kid; but so sensitive. He’s not ready to take on the big bad wolf of reality. Or maybe, I’m not ready to let him. Not yet.
