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 
May 14, 2011 at 7:21 am
Not easy to be a fallen one. And it goes on for so long. You haven’t even gotten to the phase where the police bring him home from time to time. But unless you sense his spirit is diminishing, I say, stick to your guns. Network with other parents. Don’t allow for “latchkey” time. And miracle of miracles, Peter becomes a dream-man, who adores & admires his Mom.
May 14, 2011 at 4:41 pm
Yeah.. I’m staying the course. Channeling all the wise and patient parents I know who have been there. Keeping a long view. Know that the boat rights itself at some point (as long as I do my part..).
Today? He was sweet again (not 5 year old sweet, but an acceptable 12 year old version of it). I think he felt badly about the things he said. He didn’t address it, but I could tell by the way he hung around me that he was contrite.
Sigh.