Every afternoon, my 14-year-old son bursts through the door, practically bouncing off the walls. He slams the door behind him, drops his backpack, and races up the stairs before the house stops shaking.
“Hey!” I call out.
“Hey, Mom!” he shouts back, followed by the unmistakable sound of his bedroom door crashing shut.
I can’t help but wonder if he’s really that wound up. Puberty has hit our home with the force of a bear emerging from hibernation. I noticed the signs long ago: greasy hair, body odor, and breakouts. So, I’ve learned to knock before entering his room—I don’t want to discover more than I need to.
The physical transformations of puberty are more astonishing than frightening. I often tell my son that he goes to bed one boy and wakes up as a completely different one. One morning, I was taken aback when he appeared with muscular thighs where once there were just sticks. Soon after, biceps emerged, and recently he realized he’d outgrown his shoes overnight—literally. It’s like watching a magic act unfold, and all my husband and I have to do is ensure he has enough to eat to fuel this growth.
Yet, it’s the emotional shifts that truly ramp up my maternal anxiety. While I may be a woman, I distinctly remember the complicated social and emotional landscape that puberty brings. Just last weekend, he opened up about some lunchtime drama at school, and I was instantly transported back to my own awkward adolescent days when even the brand on a shirt could ignite cruel gossip or social exile.
To my surprise, I felt a pang of happiness hearing about his rough day. It wasn’t that I was glad he was struggling; rather, I was relieved that he felt comfortable enough to share it with us. I know that everything inside him is telling him to distance himself from his dad and me, and I can see it happening right before my eyes. The chatter in the car has dwindled, and his texts have become as frequent as our spoken conversations: “We leave in 15 minutes,” “I’ll be ready at 6:30,” “Could you set the table before you vanish?”
Without the usual back-and-forth communication we once shared, I find myself looking for passive indicators of his well-being. Are his grades good? Yes. Does he have friends, and do I approve of them? Yes and yes. Is he kind when I’m not around? Thankfully, yes.
I understand that puberty is just a phase that won’t last forever, but like every developmental stage, it provides critical insights into a child’s inner world. I worry that I might miss or misinterpret these signs. For now, I remind myself that as long as my son isn’t completely shutting down or isolating himself from us, he’ll be fine. That’s what I choose to believe until proven otherwise.
I just hope our house can handle the next few years. My two younger sons are not far behind in this whirlwind of change.
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In summary, puberty is a challenging yet transformative phase for both boys and their moms. While the physical changes may be astonishing, the emotional rollercoaster can be more daunting. It’s crucial to stay connected and responsive, ensuring our sons know we are here for them, even when they seem to be pulling away.