My house on a Friday night is usually filled with teens. This is the norm and I don't mind. My philosophy is that I would rather have them here than have them running the streets. My son fortunately has a great group of friends. They don't go without any drama of course, but in the end, they have each other's backs. They can get rowdy, rambunctious and boy could they eat a lot BUT all in all, they're typical teenagers. A bunch of good kids that just needs to be steered in the right direction when they go astray, which is very rare. I'm grateful that Jordan found some good friends. But there are days, I miss that little boy. The one who only needed me as his friend. :( I suppose this was bound to happen sooner or later and its something I can't control. I'm just glad that he's a great child. He might be taller and bigger than me - but he will always be my baby....
