A step into Teenage-land

We are hitting a little growing up milestone with our 13 yr old. He has always been pretty independent. He is always happiest when he has a best friend, and is out and about, "hanging out" with friends. Believe it or not, sports has isolated him a little. Football has been a huge commitment, and is very time consuming, so for many of his friends, Jack has fallen off the radar a bit. They assume he can't come, because of sports. He gets a little sad when he has to hang out with us all of the time. I know he loves us, but he is that, "so what are we doing today", kid. I am not a run, here, run there, making plans kind of Mom. On the weekends, I love to do home projects, hang out with family, and take it easy. So we are at odds sometimes. One of our youth leaders at church, along with another kid in youth group, are working out three times a week after school. They invited Jack to join them. Now the youth leader is only like 19, so he is still immensely cool in Jack's eyes, plus he has a really cool car. So now Jack will be working out with them after school, then riding to youth group together on Tuesdays. Seems like a small thing I know, but to me it is a huge step into teenage land. It doesn't hurt that we have been trying (for months) to get Jack to work out with weights and run a few times a week, and now he is excited to do so. It is pretty cool to watch them grow.

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