Friday Brian came home with the information packet on High school (you should now be able to hear a pin drop in my brain).
I was suppose to have all my shit together by now. Just yesterday my son was 4 and hugging my leg – I swear.
I can tell high school is here. Brian’s friends fill the house and I am inundated with sounds of rock from the 70s/80s/90s. There are bags of different kinds of semi-healthy chips, keep-awake inducing video game drinks and shoes the size of medium size dogs strewn about the living room.
They walk places now: to the video store, Rite Aid (an oxymoron by the way), Taco Bell, the basketball hoop up the street, the creek at the end of the street and up about the hill behind us. Pretty soon they will take off on the city bus, then drive and off to college. We can’t kiss anymore – only hugging – and this is a rare occasion, except when I give him money. I know he loves me, this is part of the separation which is “teenage”.
He’s starting to like arguing with his dad and is almost as tall. I am going to enjoy looking at him towering over his dad within the year. Karma is everything.
Until next time-
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