Cody turned 12 yesterday.
I’m not old enough to be the mother of an almost but not quite teenager.
Yesterday, Evan had his first baseball practice. When I dropped him off, another kid asked me something about Cody. I had to look at this kid twice- because the last time that I had talked to him, he had a little kid voice. Not anymore- his voice is deepening, and I realized that, at some point, Cody’s voice had also gone through this gradual change. Not quite a man’s voice, but not quite a little boy’s voice, either.
Cody is almost as tall as I am now. I can remember not being tall enough to see in the bathroom mirror without standing on the bathtub when I was Cody’s age. Cody has been able to see in the mirror for awhile now (same mirror). He wears a bigger shoe size than his father now, and can get away with wearing Mike’s clothes (they’re only a little big on him).
He asked for new shoes for his birthday. Gone is the boy who would play with toys- now his toys are baseballs, bikes (he’s up to seven), and video games.
He still plays baseball. Still claims to be a White Sox fan (but we all know better).