Home has been on my mind a lot. What it is, what makes one, what stays with us.
This roller coaster called parenting... it's exhausting. We want babies, imagine toddlers and grade schoolers, but why is little consideration given for the teen years when deciding to get on this ride?
This was one of those weeks. The kind that leaves you feeling completely out of control, with your hands in the air, saying, "I have no idea, and may not even care anymore." (He'd probably say the same.)
Friday afternoon, with K. out of town, Moon came home from school only to head out as fast as possible to spend the evening with his girlfriend.
"Sit down for a minute, I haven't seen you all day..." He wouldn't, said he couldn't, she was waiting, and he couldn't wait to get to her.
"Be home by ten," I sighed.
"I will...give or take," he said while sticking in his earphones and closing the door.
Conversations have become tug-o-wars. But then, he came home at 9:58! Sat down, and began asking questions about love... We talked for an hour. I said some really smart things that I didn't even know I knew.
Over his shoulder, heading out of the room on his way to bed, I got an "I love you, too."
I'm thinking that it's these lovely little scraps that hold it all together.
