No longer unrequited
Sunday, October 11, 2015
I admit it, my kids own me. I give in almost any time they want something. Fortunately, they are kind souls (for teenagers!) and very rarely take advantage of me. And I love spending time with them. The oldest is in college though, and he has his own life and is too busy for us. As it should be, and I am trying to grow up and learn to be the mother of a grown up by giving him lots of space.
Today was homecoming at the kid's college and he asked us if we wanted to watch him in the band during the halftime show. This was our son's indirect way of asking us to watch him, and since our younger kid's soccer game had been canceled, we were really glad to be able to go to the football game instead. So we walked around the stands, and found the band sitting in a section at the end and were brave enough to tap the kid on the shoulder to say hi. A quick hi since we didn't want to embarrass him or cramp his style. But he talked to us for a couple of minutes between playing to celebrate plays on the field, and being the ridiculous soft touch that I am, it was enough to make me feel like the luckiest Mom in the world.
We went to stand at the top of the bleachers, where the hub recorded the band's halftime show and I watched the kid with a ridiculously goofy proud smile plastered on my face. And then we went to leave, but decided to say good-bye to the kid, so we found him in the band section of the bleacher and gave him a thumbs up and let him know we were leaving. He then followed us out and stood talking to us for about 10 minutes. 10 minutes of alone time with a teenage son. Willingly! It took what little sanity I have left in me not to crush him with grateful hugs. I should say that during the half hour walk to the parking garage, both the hub and I were gushing non-stop about the kid. Is crazy contagious?