Well, I had a little chat with my sullen teen-ager this week-end. I told him that he was at LEAST going to have to pretend that he didn't hate me if
he wanted to keep his cell phone.
After 5 minutes of dead silence, he mustered up an 'I don't hate you."
I feel all warm and fuzzy now!
What happened to my best buddy? The one who walked trails with me? And laughed with me at all our favorite shows? And loved his dog, Ringo?? Where did he go?
Does he know that I gave up any semblance of a life to make sure he had everything? That I skip lunch every day so I can drive him to practice??? That I get up every Saturday at 0dark-thirty to drive to yet another practice???
Sorry again. I miss my boy! My friend says that about Senior year (when they realize they are leaving); they will at least talk to you again; if not spend time with you.
And I'm thinking that Cathys is right. Maybe when they have kids of their own . . .
__________________  Mommy to Lucy, Ringo, and Matthew |