Rob is twelve. TWELVE. Twelllllllllve. We have already noted at our house that this is the last year before we have teenagers in the house (and that after that, we will have teenagers for THE NEXT FIFTEEN YEARS SOLID). "The last year before ____" is kind of neat, or at least I thought it was when I was 9, and when I was 12, and when I was 29. And there are TONS of them all clumped together ahead of Rob: there's 12 (last year before teens), then 15 (last year before driver's license), then 17 (last year before voting, smoking, and legal adulthood), then 19 (last year before the twenties), then 20 (last year before alcohol).
But what really brought our new situation to my attention was that he can now take doses of medicine for "adults and children 12 years and older." This has been a thrilling transition, but difficult to make: the day before his birthday, he could have one tablet of acetaminophen; the next day, he could DOUBLE that dose? (No, no---I get that it doesn't really work that way. But I was dosing by looking at the label and not really thinking about it, so effectively it DID work that way.) I've been reluctant to do it, even though Rob is now 5'3", the height of many adult women, and surely THEY take the adult dosage.
This reminds me a little of the "ages 3 and up" toys: there is such a long stretch of time when it seems like every toy would mean horrible, horrible headlines if I let the child play with it and then Something Happened---and then suddenly we are free, in an open meadow with Ages 3 and Up toys all around us, free to purchase and play with, no more imaginary headlines like "UNFIT MOTHER GIVES 2-YEAR-11-MONTH CHILD A TOY MEANT FOR CHILDREN 3 AND UP---AND PAYS TERRIBLE AND FULLY-DESERVED PRICE!!"
Or of the time right after pregnancy/breastfeeding are finished, when suddenly my body was my own again. I can drink coffee without even THINKING about it! I can take cold medicine when I'm sick! I can have broccoli and tuna without later wondering if that's why the baby is crying! NO ONE IS TAPPED INTO MY SYSTEM EXCEPT ME! Why, I could do STREET DRUGS and they wouldn't even get NEAR the baby! It's like we have a plastic barrier between us!
And now the first of my children can take an adult dose of painkiller or cough syrup. It's the beginning of a whole new era! Soon I'll be serving him a cocktail before dinner, and trying to make him vote for my candidate instead of Paul's! [Edit: I'm kidding about the voting thing. Paul gets very prim about voting, saying "It's private" if I try to discuss who we're voting for, so I've told him I'll just go ahead and assume he's voting opposite of me, then. But I think we always vote the same, or close to the same. (That is, we might disagree on the local board, or we might disagree in the primaries, but we agree on the party and the president.)]
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