Is there a class that teaches you how to change? Or, to accept change? Or, teaches you to take a random comment that gets you thinking about the future and not to completely freak out about it?
Because, yesterday Woody was practicing with Buzz's soccer team (the coaches like him a lot and always ask him to help out with the younger boys) and the following conversation took place between me and another mom as we were watching the kids play:
Other Mom (OM): "So, is he in 8th grade?"
Me: "No, he is in 5th grade. He's only 10!"
OM: (mouth open in embarrassed disbelief) "He's only 10?"
Me: "Well, he'll be 11 next month, why?"
OM: (giggling) "Oh, I thought he was like 13, because my niece saw him the other day and thought he was cute."
Me: "How old is your niece?"
OM: (laughing) "Oh, she is 13, that's why I thought they were the same age."
Me: "Why are you laughing?"
OM: "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just thinking about how much I'm going to tease her the next time I see her and tell her the boy she thought was cute is a 5th grader!!!
Me: "Oh. Heh, heh."
And then I got quiet. I wasn't offended or anything. She wasn't out of line or inappropriately laughing at my son. No, I got quiet because I was thinking, 13? How can you (anyone) look at him and think he was 13? And then I looked again. I tried to see him as someone I'd never seen before and imagining someone telling me he was 13. And OMG he could totally be 13! Then? I realized he will be 13... someday. And, oh god, girls will like him.
Then I passed out. And woke up two hours later in the emergency room...No, I'm kidding. But I do freak out over this stuff and I really need to learn to get over it and accept change and accept them growing up and accept that (gulp), Girls. Will. Like. Them. er, someday that is.