Some icy road conditions lead to a two-hour delay in our school district this morning. Two-hour delays throw my entire day into a tailspin, leaving me feeling like I’m banging my knee on the desk all day. But I was managing as best I could, working while a non-stop-talking BigBrother stood next to me at my desk and talked. And talked. And talked. And laughed. And talked.
After I left a comment on a post that I featured, he paused mid-ramble. Rare silence for three seconds, I knew questions were coming and I wondered where it was going to go. It’s always hard to tell.
“What did you say there?”
I know the kid can read. I know he read what I just typed. I answered anyway.
“I said that I was hoping we could skip that part; I know we can’t, but I want to anyway.”
“Well, when kids get to be tweens or teens, they don’t want to hang out with their mom and dad anymore. They just want to hang out with their friends.”
He looked away from the computer screen and focused his gaze on my face. His eyes were big, his expression shocked.
“REALLY?” His tone conveyed no sarcasm. Instead, he was just straight up surprised.
“Really.” I felt no need to go on about how someday, in the not too distant future, he will want to spend more time with friends than with us. That we won’t be his go-to people for playing games, board or video. That he won’t really want us at every function. That someday the dragging of his feet to the dinner table will be less about yellow squash, even though it’s just like the zucchini that he loves, and more about the fact that I told him he had to eat with his family instead of with his friends. That there will be arguments and misunderstandings and hurt feelings — on both sides. That despite all of the negative aspects of it all, it’s just part of growing up. I want for him to make good friends and want to spend time with them. I want for him to learn to manage his own relationships. I want for him to know the joy of having fun with peers.
And so, I just nodded.
He looked at me with his serious face and pursed his lips.
“Well, I’m always going to want to spend time with you Mommy.”
Oh buddy. If only.