It’s not really a saga, exactly. I don’t mean to imply drama, although there’s certainly some drama. I just meant that Puberty is in full swing here, and the latest development is the dreaded voice changing.
Yes, my son’s voice dropped a few octaves in the past week, shocking a friend of mine who hadn’t seen him lately, and turning him ever more obviously into a Man.
When my younger brother’s voice changed, lo those many years ago, I was merciless. I teased him non-stop and schemed to make him say words that would really show off that crackling sound. And I laughed a lot.
I guess I feel lucky for my son that he doesn’t have an older sister like me to torture him, and I wonder if he’ll inflict that on his younger brother when it’s his turn to go through it. Only time will tell.
I will take this opportunity (and Yes, I’ll do it person as well) to apologize to my Brother for my adolescent behavior as an adolescent. (Sorry, Dude.)
My son, my once tiny baby, now stands eye-to-eye with me, has a mustache, pimples, and a deep voice. To say I am ill-prepared may be putting it a bit mildly, but I plan to keep muddling through as the changes roll in.
why does your story bring back memories of Peter Brady and the song “When It’s Time To Change”? Sha na na na na!