Monday, 15 February 2010

It's official. My little boy is all grown up. I am now no longer allowed to go and buy his clothes without him. I am now no longer allowed to choose and expect him to wear whatever I like . I am now no longer to expect him having a passive role in the process.

I used to love flicking through the Mini Boden catalogue and ear mark the corners. I used to like going to peruse the shelves at Gap. Neither of these are acceptable any longer.

The boy now how has opinions. How can that be? I've been used to my daughter having opinions since long before she could even talk. As for Noah, he had strong opinions about what colour his hoodie had to be at a very early age.

But Sam? My laid back, as long as it's within reach, child?

Apparently he has opinions too.

We've just come back from a shopping trip, while the little 2 are still at school. This boy knows what he wants and I'm proud to say he makes it look good too. When my babes were little I used to want time to stand still. I loved pulling them all up close and couldn't bear the thought of these days going. I wasn't sure I'd know what to do with them as they got older, became young adults. Having spent the day with just Sam, I can't wait. We have had such a blast. Just the 2 of us. Chatting, joking, being pals. And a great shopping loving pal he is turning out to be!

5 comments:

Tara said...

If he chose that outfit you clearly have nothing to worry about - what a dude! That hat is freaking cool - where's it from? (Don't tell him an about-to-be-32 year old GIRL wants one though!) Glad you had such a fun time together. xx

One Flew Over said...

What a lovely post Karen! I hope Alfie and I will have times like these x

the textured leaf said...

This is such a nice post. He chose very wisely didnt he?
I took my youngest shopping the other day for the first time with just the 2 of us as well! We normally had to take the older ones for their opinions otherwise we would come back empty handed from indecisiveness and it would have all been a waste of time. When we got home I was walking past him and he grabbed me for an un-asked-for hug! Not bad for a fifteen year old.

Kylie said...

*sigh* I so totally understand... I no longer have any say in clothes choice either. But it is an unexpected delight to see how my girls choose to 'put themselves together' :) The big girl is very conservative and the little one a complete anarchist... go figure, hmm? Kx

Kickcan and Conkers said...

Beautiful post :) I know exactly what you mean - I've just had a week away with Dylan, my eldest (almost 14 and towers above me). We don't always see eye to eye but Paris was great; we got on brilliantly and I was amazed at how mature he is. My little boy becoming a young man!