Thursday, June 15, 2006

Sons with phases

Poor Foo is trying to find his place in this world. Not quite old enough to fit in with the teens, but too old to fit in with the little kids.

Eleven. The beginning of the tween years. These days, I can find him in his room, trying to figure out something important to do. He is so pensive, so insightful, and as always, so thoughtful of others.

Praying that he moves from this phase of childhood into young adolesence with great ease and sense of self.


MC said...

He may not be a teen, but this face is soooooo Bean! Hang in there Foo ... you're already pretty darn awesome. Of course, having that Godmother of yours, how could you NOT be??? Love you!

Foo said...

I have finally found something to do I have my own BLOG!