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i’m getting smaller

I gave my 12 year old son strict instructions to go through his wardrobe and remove everything that no longer fits him.

It didn’t take long before the pile of I look like I’m waiting for a flood and Real men don’t wear midriff tops was bigger than what was left in his wardrobe.

Lastly he did the shoes.

He tried on one pair after another only to add them to the discard heap. Finally we were left with a solitary pair of Ripcurl flip-flops.

I did a mental note of all that would need replacing and heard my bank manager groan. Or maybe that was the folk at VISA high five-ing each other with delight.

Hang on, I said as I retrieved a pair of cheapey and scuffed up Volley runners from the top of the pile. I only bought them for you a few months ago.
Sorry Mum, he said with a shrug, they’re too small.
I made him try them on again.
Ah, you’re right, I said as I watched him do a step-sister-squish-a-foot-into-Cinderella’s-glass-slipper-act.
He handed them to me, shrugged again and said, they’d probably fit you though Mum. I heard him chuckle as he walked away.

I piled all the clothes and shoes into donation bags. But I held onto the Volleys. Quietly, in my bedroom I tried them on.

They fitted me fine.

No, I tell a lie.
They were much more than a little roomy.

That’s me wearing them in the picture.

I think I’ll keep them.

4 Responses to “i’m getting smaller”

  1. Laureen says:

    You need to buy him cloths that are a bit to big for him so he can grow into them We all did it when the kids were small a size to big or just that little bit to big so they can grow into them .I guess he is at the age were he is growing at a rate of knots be happy just wait till he shaves and you be adding to your shopping list shave cream and every thing that goes with that .Oh the joys of being a parent

  2. Chris says:

    Aw. The mother/son wardrobe tipping point. It’s a bittersweet moment, isn’t it? My oldest boy is 13 and my husband [while helping me with the laundry] often hangs my son’s pants in my closet and my pants in my son’s. Mortifies my son to realize he’s slipped into a pair of his mother’s jeans. Beautifully written post, as usual. Happy new year. :)

  3. Laurie Steed says:

    My mum once wrote a poem for a radio comp about mine and my two brothers clothes, the secret joy of having three sons and what she called the 3 ‘s’s: sweat, socks, and well, you can probably work out the third one. She won an airconditioner and a flight in the chopper with the weatherman!

  4. Quadelle says:

    As I was doing the laundry today I was marvelling at how small my kids’ clothes are, so it seems nearly inconceivable that this will happen to me one distant day. I think I’d keep those volleys, too.

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