…my twelve year old son.
Slowly but surely I am learning how to let go. It is not a choice, you see, it is being forced upon me by my pubescent son. We have conflicting needs right now. He needs his space and I need to be in his space, as I have been for the past twelve years.
I am aware that this is just the beginning.
Here is the dilemma, I am a physical lover. I nibble on checks, I pinch butts, and I relish in the natural scent of my children. I also find the mundane details of my kids’ days extremely interesting, like what they did in science, who did they sit with at lunch, etc. I also like to ask a lot of insightful questions such as, “Are you glad you were born to me?”, “Can you believe you came out of my body?”, “Did you think about me at all today?”, “You know I breast fed you, right?” In so many words, I am a stalker.
Unfortunately, several months ago I had a restraining order put on me by my boy. As a result, I had to relinquish my two parental court side seasonal ticket holder seats for two parental seats way up in the nose bleed section. I know it is saving me time and money, but the view sucks.
In order to prove my love to my boy, I will to step back, order myself a popcorn, and try to enjoy the view. I will just have to make sure to bring my glasses so I can see clearly.
I realize that as a parent, it is my duty to meet my kids needs. Right now, my son needs to be left alone. Better yet, he needs to think he is being left alone. Little does he know, I will always be watching from up top. I will be the one wearing the bright orange shirt so that when he needs me, he will be able to see me.