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How Men Get Lost, Even At Age 14

It was said that the last we saw our three boys, they were heading down the hill to the creek.

As the boys walk off, I whisper to Heather, the mother of the boy’s leader, “Do you think between the three of them we have one complete brain?”

It would be three hours before boy contact was regained.

The work phone rings.

“Good afternoon, Forward Motion Studios

“Mrs. Montgomery?”

“Yes?”

“Your son Jake and his friends are at my home and would like to talk with you…”

“What?  Jake?”

“Hi Mom.  We got lost.”

“Where are you?”

“I don’t know.”

It would seem Jake didn’t know his home address either.  It’s amazing how many times we as parents go over these little important details, but it doesn’t seem to actually get past their cute hair follicles and sink into the cranium. After a brief conversation with this woman, who offers to drive the boys home, Heather discovers the boys followed the creek at the bottom of Heather’s property, over the hill, then down into the next valley floor.  Quite a hike for boys who are too tired to feed their pets or do chores.

Frankly I was more impressed than annoyed.

They did forget water, a cell phone or to let us know they were planning such an adventure.  But if I know boys, they probably began to wander and continued wandering until they actually looked up and thought, “Wow, I’m hungry … where’s home?”  Rather than walk back, because they’ve seen that route, they attempted a new one and ended up in a subdivision neither Heather or I knew existed.

“No, it’s sweet of you to offer to drive them back, but I’ll be right there.” Heather sighs.

She hangs up the phone and looks at me.

I comment, “Hmm well I guess three boys doesn’t make a brain after all.”

When they boys return they look a bit exhausted, which is a thrill for any parent who is at the end of the summer with their kids.  We live to wear our children out every day so they will pass out early and we can stop hearing “Mom?” or “Dad” for the 40,000 time.

The funny thing is they are actually excited and want to tell us every detail of their adventure.  I think they are shocked that no one is yelling at them.  I am just thinking of a line from Peter Pan:

“I’m a Lost Boy, I’m a Lost Boy! I’m a real Lost Boy!”

Really ladies, carry a map, have a GPS because men start young at getting lost and not stopping to ask for directions.

Until next time-

C

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If You Just Think Of Happy Things, Your Heart Will Fly On Wings

Like most parents, I have enjoyed living under the delusion, that in my child’s life, I am the super hero .  If there is a problem, I’ll throw on my super hero cape and fly to the rescue.  In the 13 years my son has been on this earth, I have restored his faith while leaping small buildings with a single bound.

There wasn’t a problem I couldn’t help solve.  But like the young bird that learns to fly from the nest, after a certain age, I can’t put on my cape and save him from the world anymore.  The world is now sneaking in, under my front door, and making its way into our little wonderful life.

Yesterday, a dejected boy meets me at the door, face drawn and eyes swollen.

“I didn’t get the part I wanted…”

Large crocodile tears well up in his eyes.  Before I can put down my laptop bag, he races into my arms, burying his face in my chest.  I briefly wonder, when did he get so tall …where is my little boy? I realize he is quietly sobbing in my arms, not wanting anyone to hear his anguish.  My heart goes straight to my throat.

I know this is one of those painful life lessons I can’t protect him from, or change.  It takes the strength of Hercules for parents to hold on to our emotions when our children are in despair.  Being that I am of the menopausal years, being a woman in general, and being a woman with red hair, it was all I could do not to sit down and have a good cry with him.  If our children only knew how we suffer when they grieve.

I hold him in my arms for as long as he wants.  I can’t remember the last time he cried this hard, or let me hold him so long.  His hair doesn’t smell of baby powder and oatmeal anymore.  He smells like a boy.  I ponder how much longer I am going to be able to stroke his hair and kiss the top of his head.  It just goes by too damn fast.

Pretty soon he looks up at me, his face swollen with tears and a nose full of snot, “I don’t want to go back,” he mumbles.  Another hard part of being a parent: making our kids do things they don’t want to do because we know they must.  “Boobello, if mommy stopped getting out of bed because life didn’t go exactly the way I planned I’d be still in the bed at my parent’s house…and smelling pretty bad…”  He manages a short laugh.

What I want to say is “Go ahead and stay a child and I’ll stay the same age…. uh… and we’ll live happily ever after!”  But that only happens in fairy tales, where the damsel, princess, freak-girl has a waist the size of a straight pin and marries a guy who runs around in tights, lives with his parents, has a serious gambling problem, and is addicted to cartoon porn…

Instead of telling Brian to stay home for the rest of his life, we make chocolate chip cookies and watch a movie.  I tell him stories of how misfortune has turned out positively for me.  I am not sure he is convinced.  He falls asleep in his clothes on the couch.  I cover him with his favorite blanket and Boonie the dog makes her way to his side.

It can break a mom’s heart to watch  Peter Pan grow up.

Sigh.

Second to the right, and straight on till morning.

Until next time-

Wendy

Mom

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