“I donated blood today because: I am no longer blacklisted,” that’s what my donation sticker said after giving blood last week. 7 years (or so) ago, I got blacklisted. Not because of copious drug use of the needle variety, but because I have Mitral Valve Prolapse. Which, at that point in time, was considered a heart disease and heart diseases land you on the “you can never donate blood again EVER” list. I had heard that their guidelines had changed on the subject and wouldn’t you know it, I am a blood donor again. After getting checked for “track marks” and making the entire situation awkward by my continually talking about “The Wild & Wonderful Whites of West Virgina” they shoved the hugest needle into my vein which I could feel the entire time they drained me. I can’t believe that I was ever used to that feeling.
Speaking of disbelief, today begins the countdown to my being a mother of a teenage boy, in just 21 days Austin will be 13. Risking that I am echoing the thoughts of every parent reading this I will say that it happens all too soon. I have been dreading the idea of being a parent to a teenager since the moment I found out I was pregnant…isn’t that awful? Truthfully, I wanted to stay pregnant forever and have them cut out a fully functioning adult from my womb. “Not only is it impossibly, but it’s the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard,” my doctor told me. Yeah that right there, is just one of the reasons why I found him to be a complete bore. Whatever my reservations were about teenage rearing, as time goes by, they seem to be less of a concern. This state of personhood that Austin is in is SO amazing. The things that he can grasp, the way he can manipulate his humor and the depth in which he allows his thoughts to go…I don’t know, I just feel so honored to be on the inside of this process. Reminding me that every step, along the way, is adding up to something monumental. We parents, are artist in the making, sculpting our children until it is no longer required. I see now the subtle signs of his independence and appreciate the person he is guiding himself to be. 13! I just can’t believe it is almost here.