he was at his cousins house and I picked him up after a bridal meeting. we got in the car and he tells me he wants to spend the night at max and drakes. I say no and he looks at me. “but why can’t I spend the night?” “because” I say brilliantly, trying to...
KateOh, yes. They grow up very fast, sweetie. You did, too. First you were this serious girl with a great smile and an abiding interest in good stories. Then you were a teenager with mood swings and an interest in boys and a great deal of responsibility thrust on your too-thin shoulders. Now, you are a wife and a mother and a professional and you’re doing great.
I’m proud of you and you are, deep down, proud of Ares. Still, there is a tug and a hurt when your child pulls away, even for a night. That tug is the love ties stretching a bit to accomodate his personal growth. The hurt is knowing he needs you just an miniscule bit less, but that it’s a symptom of things to come. You’re doing everything right, but that’s notmuch comfort sometimes, is it?
jasfitzThis story warmed my heart in a sweet, familiar way. There is a twinge of sadness, but it’s such a good thing, really, this growing up. My mum always said, “It’s not you who has to grow up, reallyâ€¦ it’s me.”
Really enjoying your blog.