Apparently Monkey has reached the age where I can now embarrass him.
Recently I had words with one of his teachers who was not following his IEP. This afternoon while visiting with my mom for Thanksgiving I relayed the story.
Monkey overheard me telling her about it all and was PISSED because it embarrassed him.
So now telling stories about his life is off limits. But when so much of my identity has been wrapped up in being his mother these past 12 years, what do I have left to talk about?
I am honored that God chose me to be his mother. I’m not sure I’m ready for the distancing between us that will be coming soon, though I know it to be necessary. I feel him pulling away already, and it’s breaking me a little.
The only way I will get through the teen years is if I rediscover the me I was before. But where to start?
Our Monkey Life 