My son, Daryl has finally lost it. The once-upon-a-time melodious voice has given way to the coarse and deep with occasional squeals when he needed to raise his volume. It’s quite funny - imagine having to pitch your voice at least an octave higher and whenever you reached that impossible note, you cracked and add that to your daily conversations. We have been laughing and teasing him since. Actually, we are quite evil 
As a mum, while thrilled with his development, I am missing the nanny bit too. Strange, the deeper voice has somehow gotten me to ‘treat’ him more adult-like though he still bears the traits of a tween and is in a hurry to assert his position as a teenager (there appears something macho about being seen and accepted as a teenager). In fact, I noticed that he is better behaved with less childish tantrums though with occasional swings to his younger alter ego. I think this evolving ‘maturity’ is also a way for him to demonstrate that he has ‘grown up’ so he could be included into the adults’ conversations and activities.
My hubby and I have ‘cunningly’ taken advantage of the situation. We rode on the waves of the ‘I’m teen, I’m grown” syndrome by introducing more responsibilities to him on the basis that he is now at the age capable of handling and managing ‘bigger’ issues. We think that kind of stroke him up a little as he felt the sense of importance and trust hence the desire to want to deliver what’s task to him
