Remembering the Sweet Years…
May 13, 2011
..I remember them fondly always, but more fondly than usual this afternoon… those wonderfully sweet years when mom was nice, and fun, and someone worth dressing like.
That is not me, today. Today, Peter has called me every name in the book, none repeatable in a family blog.
Not taking offense, I know that it’s part of the deal. And it’s not the first time, but I must say he’s gotten more sophisticated in his name calling. Ahem.
The blush is off the Mother’s Day rose, it appears.
For the record, I earned my meanest mom in the world designation (the most publishable of all the things he called me) for upholding yesterday’s sanction for forgetting to call us after school to let us know where he was. Yeah, that one. Sanction being: he had to come home from school today (yes, on a FRIDAY), instead of playing with his friends. Who are also appalled at my meanness, I hear.
So.. yeah.. I’m pining for the younger version of my son today. The very sweet one with the high voice who used to think I walked on water and all that. I understand we’ll meet up again in about 20 years.
Life of Wry 