My oldest just turned twelve today and I had the pleasure of spending the majority of my weekend with him and his friends. Please note, there is zero sarcasm here. I sincerely enjoyed being in the company of these boys.
It made me realize that there are so many misconceptions about this age. Sure, twelve-year-old boys have some awkward things going on in their lives. Yes, we hear backtalk and see the eye rolling. And sure, they’re still learning the finer points of regular grooming, deodorant and foot powder.
But as a whole, twelve-year-old boys are pretty fantastic creatures.
The 12 Best Things About 12-Year-Old Boys
- Sense of Humor. You can really laugh with twelve-year-old boys. These are clever, witty young men who are able deliver rapid-fire observations of the world and each other. Their brains are amazing, but they’re still kids, so they are the perfect mix of intelligence and fun. No one can rewrite song lyrics like twelve-year-old boys.
- Ability to Laugh at Themselves. While adolescent hormones wreak havoc on their vocal chords, growth, skin, and sweat glands, these boys are able to recognize that it’s out of their control and laugh at themselves. They tease each other with good humor and take it all in stride. Sure, some days are mine fields, so tread lightly. But most days, they give a shrug and a chuckle when I shriek in surprise seeing a 12-year-old form when I know I just heard the baritone of a stranger’s voice in my basement.
- Genuine Kindness. Maybe I’m lucky in that I am experiencing the best group of boys ever. Perhaps not all fall into this category. But I see just amazing kindness and caring in these twelve-year-old boys. They make efforts to help each other without being asked. Whether it’s with homework, on the sports fields, or playing games together. These boys have a natural inclination to teamwork and brotherhood that is heart-warming. This kindness extends to younger siblings and strangers, too, which only makes it more amazing.
- Helpful, Able-bodied, Hard Workers. The combination of their growth spurts and kindness makes these kids the ones I want around whenever there’s work to be done. From carrying in grocery bags without being asked, to hauling furniture, to doing yard work, you can give these boys real jobs now and know that they will do them well.
- Voracious Appetites. If you ever need a boost in confidence as a cook, just feed a group of 12-year-old boys. They’ll eat seconds and thirds and ask for more. It gives you new appreciation for army cooks. What’s great is that most are now old enough to realize that too much junk makes them feel terrible, so they want more healthy options, too. Just be sure to stock on multiple full gallons of milk to wash it all down.
- Politeness. Moms of younger boys who feel like you’re on endless repeat, I have great news. By the time they reach this age, some switch gets flipped, and all of those years of reminding them to use their manners are proven worthwhile. They ask, “Please,” and say, “Thank You,” without prompting. And they even clean up their own table messes. Hallelujah!
- Knowing, Shared Smiles. Twelve-year-old boys get it. All of those jokes in movies for the adults that used to go over the kids’ heads? They hear them and get them now. When you and your spouse talk in short-hand code in front of the kids, the twelve-year-old will shoot you a look of awareness that is just awesome. Eyes wide-open with the knowledge that he is privy to something that used to be hidden from him, he’ll lock eyes with you and smile a fantastic crooked grin. You nod or wink in return acknowledgement. In those wordless moments, he knows he’s accepted on your level, and you know that he’s capable of handling it. Awesome.
- Comfort with who they are. Most people think of pre-teens as being unsure of themselves and questioning who they are. But at twelve, there seems to be this sweet spot where they’ve learned enough about people to recognize true friends and how to stop worrying about trying to impress anyone else. They are who they are and most of them are 100% comfortable in their own skin. Old enough to recognize their strengths, but not yet concerned with popularity or the older teenage insecurities to come. The confidence and self-assured twelve-year-old boy is a persona most would love to emulate.
- Catching glimpses of him as a man. Watching a twelve-year-old boy is like looking through an old-school flip book. On each page, he’s drawn as a boy, doing typical boy things. But every once in a while, you see him speak or interact in a way that is so responsible, so mature, and so adult-like, it can throw you for a loop. It’s like some illustrator drew him as an adult and stuck one page into your flip book out of order. Kid, kid, kid, kid, man, kid, kid…wait, what was that?? If you’re lucky enough to catch one of those moments, you know you are witnessing a glimpse into a fantastic future.
- Intelligence. Twelve-year-old boys are smart. They no longer spit back rote facts that they’ve learned, but can carry on intelligent conversations about things that really matter. Their analytical minds are developing, so they question how and why things are done. Yes, they question authority, but not merely out of rebellion. They are putting together their own understanding of the world. It’s incredible to see them recognize that everything presented to them in marketing and media is colored to try to sway their opinion. These boys are smart enough now to make up their own minds instead of blindly following suggestion.
- Front Seat Conversations. Because of their intelligence, humor and wit, these boys can carry on fantastic conversations. And now that they’re big enough to ride shotgun, front-seat conversations are amazingly entertaining. Twelve-year-old boys don’t always open up to mom when confronted face to face, but sitting beside you in the car while looking out the window, they talk. And they talk about things that matter. These conversations are little gifts into their hearts and minds and often leave you thinking long after about the amazing insights these boys have.
- Hugs. Twelve-year-old boys are not known for hugging their mothers much if they can help it. But every so often, before he goes to bed at night, he’ll give you the obligatory good-night hug and he’ll hold on. Just a little longer, just a little tighter. You never know when these are coming, so be ready to squeeze back and hold on for as long as it lasts. These hugs are pure gold. They let you feel your little boy, who is still somewhere inside this pre-man body. And they tell you that you have the rare, awesome gift of getting to be his mom.
Over the summer, my middle child reached the size requirements for riding in the front seat of the car, which means I now have two eligible passenger seat riders. While I love the front seat company and the new opportunities for conversation with my older kids, I cringe at the battles that erupt as they vie for this coveted position.
In one of those all-too-frequent, unthinking Mom brain moments, I told them,
“I’m not refereeing this. You have to call shotgun and figure it out yourselves.”
I did not consider the fact that I may be starting a years-long game of one-upmanship, or sparking sneaky new ways to bend rules in one’s favor. I should have predicted these ripple effects since I’ve known them since they were fetuses, but I didn’t. Therefore, I have had to re-visit the simple “You have to call shotgun,” rule and outline the following list of specific Shotgun-related regulations.
THE RULES OF CALLING SHOTGUN
- You must be outside in order to call Shotgun. You cannot call Shotgun from behind the glass wall of a store while we are checking out. Likewise, you cannot open your bedroom window and stick your head out the window, claiming that your head is outside. Your whole body must be outside to call Shotgun.
- You must be in view of the car in order to call Shotgun. You may not race out of the store or amusement park and call Shotgun the instant your foot hits the parking lot. If you cannot see the car, OUR car, you may not call Shotgun.
- You must be ready to depart in order to call Shotgun. In the mornings, this means being fully dressed (no, pajamas do not count as clothes. If you wore them to sleep in, you may not call Shotgun). You must have your teeth brushed, bed made, backpack packed, and be wearing shoes ON. YOUR. FEET. in order to call Shotgun.
- If you are called back inside because you forgot to do any of the above, or if you forgot something else, ANYTHING ELSE, someone else who is 100% ready may call Shotgun. Shotgun is awarded to those who are ready and prepared, not to those who rush.
- You may call Shotgun no more than 15 minutes prior to scheduled departure. I love that you got ready super early, but no, you may not call Shotgun at 5:00AM, then go back to sleep in your school clothes. Likewise, you cannot call Shotgun the night before.
- You may not phone-in (or text) your Shotgun call. I don’t care if you are outside, ready to go, and can see our car in the driveway from your friend’s house. Shotgun must be called in person.
- Shotgun rules apply to ALL. Yes, your friends may call Shotgun even though it is our car. These Shotgun rules apply to anyone who wishes to call the front seat in our car. These rules go with our vehicle. If other rules are enforced in other cars, you must learn them.
- Shotgun may be awarded by the driver for special circumstances. This is especially likely if the honoree is in dress clothes for a special occasion, or if a large project or food container is being carried for a special event. No, Shotgun will not automatically be awarded to you in your soccer, football, cheerleading, scouts or other uniform for activities that occur on a regular basis.
- Shotgun may be repealed by the driver for bad behavior. Mom, Dad, or other adult drivers may rescind the offer of Shotgun for any behavior they deem unworthy of the privilege. This includes, but is not limited to, bad attitude, back-talk, hitting, lying, laziness, or general disregard for the rules of the house and family.
- Shotgun riders and drivers share the control of the radio. You may choose your music and volume level when riding Shotgun, but the driver may overrule you at any time.
- Shotgun riders must be responsible for closing their window and door every time. Unlike the automatic, rear sliding doors in the minivan, the front doors still require manual closing. Forgetting to close the door in the school carpool lane may result in temporary suspension of Shotgun privileges.
- These rules of Shotgun may be amended at any time.
Safe driving, everyone!
Still ringing true four years later. Wanted to share again.
I cried a lot yesterday. The tenth anniversary of the September 11th attacks brought back all of the memories and emotions of that day. Each time Taps played, I felt each note in my very core. It’s amazing how music has that power to physically jar you more so than just words or images. Along with the rest of the country, I spent yesterday remembering. Along with the rest of my family, however, I remembered even more.
My late grandfather, Robert H. Brumell (for whom my son is named), was born on September 11th. He passed away only five years ago, so his absence on his birthday brings memories of him rushing back for our family. Mixing the emotions of personal loss with national grief made yesterday a long day.
My grandfather was a World War II veteran, as just about every man of his generation was. It’s amazing how…
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Today is my fortieth birthday. I’ve heard lots of jokes about old age this month. My nine-year-old said he hopes someday to live as long as me. My ten-year-old was floored when he realized that he was the only kid who knew me in my twenties (I was 29 when he was born), which means that he’ll have known me for THREE DECADES. Whoa, mind blown. My husband kissed me last night and said, “Man. That’s the last time I’ll kiss a 30-something!”
But my six-year-old daughter’s remark was the one that hit home. When I joked over dinner that I planned to just skip Wednesday this week so I’ll never turn 40, she got sincerely upset. “But Mommy, you HAVE to have your birthday! Birthdays are FUN!!” And she’s right. Birthdays ARE fun.
Birthdays are a celebration of life, of identity. I have lived for four decades. I’m proud of the experiences I’ve lived and the lessons they’ve taught me. No more moping about getting older. It’s time to embrace this milestone. As I look back on the years behind me, I’m honestly psyched for what lies ahead.
In that first decade, the baby years, it’s all about learning the rules of life. How to walk, talk, eat, dress, learn, and interact with the world. But it’s a safe place, surrounded by family and caregivers.
In our second decade, the teen years, it’s all about testing the rules we learned during the first ten years. Our friendships mean everything to us. Sometimes they break our hearts and hurt our feelings, but those first ties outside of the bloodline help us decide who we want to be. We push boundaries, gaining independence and stretching those apron strings until they snap so we can take off on our own.
In our third decade, our twenties, it’s about paving our path. We are fearless. We are strong. We are SO READY for this life. Friends are in abundance. Romance blooms everywhere. Our bodies are in prime, gorgeous condition, and our minds carry enough experience and knowledge to instill confidence at every turn. Bring it on!
Then our fourth decade, our thirties, hits and smacks us in the face, teaching us that once again, we know nothing. Marriage and parenthood turn the world upside-down. It goes from being to all about me, to being all about someone else, everyone else. In my thirties I realized that, at least for a few years, I had to come last. That lesson is a necessary one for maturity and growth, but it shook me to my core. I struggled with both identity issues and postpartum depression. I was no longer working, so what WAS I? How did I define myself? Would the title of “Mom” be enough? It was a rough ride.
But through that struggle over myself, I was gifted with meeting my three favorite people on earth. My kids. Yet as a result of meeting these great kids, my marriage was tested in my thirties. We were both initiated into the parenthood club full force. We had to figure out our new roles as parents while still being there for each other. There were many times in the last ten years that I failed on that one. I was so busy taking care of my kids that I was no longer taking care of my husband, yet I had an unjust sense of resentment that he wasn’t taking care of me.
It was hard. We yelled and fought and ignored each other in turns. But now that our kids are all in school and needing us just a little bit less, we are able to find each other a little more. In addition, we lean on our friends more, too. We learn that friendships matter just as much or more than they did in our teens. Unfortunately, we still feel the sting of betrayal from friends, too, even in this stage of life.
Now, as I face forty, I realize that I have the power to choose which friendships to nurture and which to let go. I also know that my marriage has survived babies and is stronger for it. I love being on this team of husband and wife and am glad for the chance to reconnect.
Similarly, as I enter my fifth decade, I realize that who I am is more than what I do. I no longer seek to find a single label for myself. I’m a mom. I’m a writer. I’m a wife. I’m a daughter. I’m a sister. I’m a friend. I’m a teacher. I’m a volunteer. I am all of these things. I am loyal. I am smart. I am still beautiful, despite the extra padding. Perhaps just beautiful in a different way. Yet I am loved. So, so much.
How lucky I am to be turning forty today. Bring on the next chapter. I’m ready!
We took a hike on a crisp spring eve,
My husband and our children, three.
We went out the door
Into nature’s galore
On the Wilderness Trail through the leaves.
We happened upon a natural swing
Made of vine, a truly beautiful thing.
We took our turns upon it
It held even Mom on it
So strong, Nature weaves her fine string.
The trail led us right to a small pond
Which sat touched, as if by a sprite’s wand,
Boys slid down to the shore
Climbed back up Nature’s floor
Brothers, united in adventurous bond.
Now we’ve all made it home just fine,
Grateful for our adventurous time.
It was fun while it lasted,
Now the kids are all spastic,
I thank Nature for her spring and my wine.
In a few weeks, my oldest son will “graduate” from Cub Scouts at our local pack’s Blue & Gold dinner. He’ll cross over into Boy Scouts and continue his journey there for as long as he chooses to stick with scouting. Five years ago, when I agreed to co-lead his den with two other moms I had only recently met, I had no idea what lay ahead for all of us.
I know now, that this is the time of year for parents of Kindergarten sons to start discussing scouting for next year. But since he was my first-born, I was clueless that we needed to get involved in den formation, leadership, etc. So instead of having a plan in place in the spring, it was late June before I figured out what needed to be done. Thankfully, I wasn’t the only mom in the dark. Once we realized what had happened, we clueless moms quickly got our acts together and became a den of nine.
Eight of these nine boys were first-borns in their families. It was their job to break us into the world of scouting, just like they break us in as parents in every other aspect of life. We were initiated right alongside them.
This new Cub Scout den was made up of all different types, shapes, sizes, abilities and personalities. Some were so shy, they barely spoke. Some were so outgoing, they never stopped chattering. Some were athletic; others were awkward. Some were funny, some serious, some rebellious, some rule-followers. The only thing they had in common was that they all had clueless parents.
As both den leaders and scout parents, we grew along with them. We sat on each other’s kids when we couldn’t tame our own. We realized, through carpools and meetings and scouting event planning, that we needed to be a mini community. This group of nine families became my first set of parent friends for the school-aged years. We helped take care of each others’ kids and our kids learned to have each others’ backs as well. We learned that leading, much like parenting, was a group effort.
As the boys got older and went from being adorable little Tigers, to Wolves, to Bears, to Webelos, and Arrows of Light, our den of nine stayed strong. While other dens dwindled in numbers, our boys stayed, with only the occasional prod to the parents to stick with it. As a result, five years later, these nine boys became family. They will always be OUR kids.
Even as they grow apart and their friendships ebb and flow, they will always have these five years of experiences together.
We tried to make scouting educational for the boys, and we tried to make it fun. Some meetings were awesome and some were agonizing. Sometimes the boys had a blast, sometimes they fought like brothers. Some days we ran out of time and wished we had longer, and some days we watched the clock tick down and wished it was time to give them back to their parents.
We taught and we tried. We laughed, yelled, and cried. But, in the end, five years later, these nine boys who had nothing in common besides the ignorance of their parents are graduating. TOGETHER.
I couldn’t be happier that I’ve been able to be a part of this den’s experience. I initially felt suckered into my role as unsuspecting den leader, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world now. I am so proud of these boys and their families for making it through from start to finish in such a fantastic program of adventure, community service, values and fun.
Here’s to the kids from Den 5 — we never left a boy behind!
When the forecast calls for snow and the world runs out for bread and milk, my mom and I go shopping for big batch cooking ingredients. The cold temps and softly-falling snow just make me want to be warm and cozy, which somehow translates to cooking comfort food.
During our latest snowstorm, I called my mom.
“What are you making today?”
My mom is an excellent cook who always had a big pot of something going during snow days, too. My standards used to be giant pots of either beef and beans chili, or homemade pasta sauce made with tons of Italian sausage (Mom’s recipe, of course), but lately I’ve been looking for newer recipes to fit the comfort food snow day cooking bill. So we chatted for a bit, but neither of us was inspired by any new ideas, so I took to the internet.
I found three new ideas to try over the two days that we’d be inside and I’m happy to report that they were all hits with my family of five. If you’re like me and love to cook during a snow storm, give these a try. And please SHARE YOUR FAVORITE SNOW DAY RECIPES IN THE COMMENTS BELOW. I’d love to try some new dishes!
1. Pioneer Woman’s Potato Soup — This was such a hearty hit, that even my pickiest non-soup eater, gobbled it up. I did find a puddle of celery and onion pieces in the bottom of his bowl, but I’ll tell myself that he got some veggies in by eating the puree. ;) (Tip: Cook the whole pound of bacon so you can fend off the hungry vultures who circle when they smell it, but won’t back away till they’ve had a slice. Just be sure to reserve enough for the garnish when serving. It really makes the dish.)
2. Pear & Vanilla French Toast Bake — This was breakfast, lunch and dinner at different times during the weekend for my family. I made a few modifications, which I think worked really well. First, use a hearty, whole-grain bread for this instead of mushy white bread. It will hold up after soaking up the liquid, plus it makes leftovers last much longer. Second, triple the amount of cinnamon and add 1 tsp of nutmeg as well for more flavor. Third, walnuts should not be optional as they are the star of this dish and give it great crunch as well as some healthy protein. Double the amount of chopped walnuts and layer them both in the middle and on top.
3. Pull Apart Pizza Bread — This one is definitely for the kids. It is such a tasty recipe, but if your kids like to help in the kitchen, this is easy for them to do, too. I highly recommend adding more olive oil, as ours was a bit dry, plus whatever additional seasonings your family will eat. We added some fresh basil along with the dried basil because we had some on hand. If your kids aren’t picky, this could stand some peppers and onions, too, but I left them out and my kids devoured this in one sitting. For the sauce, I used some leftover homemade sauce (recipe below), but if you use canned or jarred sauce, add some additional seasoning.
4. Mom’s Homemade Meat Sauce with Italian Sausage — No quick links for this one as it’s my mom’s recipe, not one from the internet. This is great on its own over pasta, used in a large baked ziti or lasagna, or really in place of any tomato sauce. Once you see how easy it is to make your own sauce homemade, you’ll never buy jarred again.
- olive oil
- minced garlic
- 1 1/2 – 2 lbs Italian sausage (I use half hot, half sweet)
- 4 large cans crushed tomatoes
- grated Parmesan cheese (1/2 cup or more, to taste)
- spices: basil, oregano, parsley, salt, pepper, garlic powder, crushed red pepper flakes
- In large soup/sauce pot, heat olive oil and garlic over medium heat until garlic softens. At least 4-6 cloves of garlic, but I often add tons more.
- Remove sausage from casing and use your hands to separate into small pieces (mine vary from the size of peas to the size of small meatballs. It’s all good!) and brown it in pot with garlic.
- Drain fat from cooked sausage.
- Add crushed tomatoes (careful of the splatter) and stir to help separate chunks of sausage.
- Add spices to taste. I never measure, but start with at least 1 full rounded tablespoon of each of the herbs, and a whole tsp of the salt and pepper. About a quarter to a half tsp of the red pepper flakes because they will heat up the whole pot if you have some who don’t like spices. As with any dish, taste frequently along the way and add more spices to your liking.
- Add parmesan cheese (again, as much as you see fit), and stir to evenly incorporate all ingredients.
- Simmer on low in large pot for 1 to 2 hours (or more).
- Serve over pasta, mixed in a lasagna or baked ziti, on the side for dipping, or in a bowl with a spoon. YUM!
So what are you cooking today?