Sometimes being in my forties feels old and other times I still feel pretty young. It’s funny how life events can shape how we feel about our age. Recently, my youngest child, who is 13 1/2, made me feel old.  Over the past year he has grown about six inches, his voice is getting deeper, and slowly but surely he is getting facial hair. I wanted to put off having him shave as long as possible. Oddly enough, it feels weird to have an 8th grader who shaves. Straight edge, safety razor blades, electric razors, so many to choose from. Which is best for a 13 year old? My 21 year old opted for an electric.

However, that patch of peach fuzz is getting more noticeable so it’s time for him to learn. My husband, his stepfather, hates electric razors. My ex husband loved them. On one hand I guess it doesn’t matter to me which one my son uses, but there is the part of me who knows middle school kids tend to be a little on the accident prone side (I learned this teaching middle school for a few years). Of course with his own father living out of state, it was up to my husband to teach my son how to shave. Therefore, it was inevitable he would be using a razor.

I told my husband to make sure he patiently taught him and to make sure he watched him closely the first few times. I didn’t want a kid with a bunch of cuts all over his face, or worse yet, bleeding badly enough to need medical care. In the end, it all worked out fine. He is using a safety razor blade and so far no cuts.

As for me, I may feel a little older, but I suppose I should be happy I still have a few years left to be a concerned parent. I know it doesn’t go away when they are adults, but it isn’t the same either. Shaving wasn’t my first, nor will it be my last worry as a parent. Another milestone in the books, my son has mastered the “art of shaving.”

*This is  a sponsored post. All the points and views are my own.