The last few years have been wrought with emotion, anger, disappointment, and all that comes with becoming an adult. And that's just for me. Imagine how hard it's been for him.... being so much younger and less experienced in the world! I worked hard to help him overcome that boyish emotion that so many kids carry when raised by an emotional tsunami of a mother like myself. The poor kid didn't have much testosterone around when he was younger and it showed.
These days everything is all grown up with dry humor. If he wasn't my kid I might actually let him be my friend (it's a joke calm down). He's grown into my sarcasm, which is pretty freakin' awesome if I do say so myself. I just need to remember that he's not a girl and that his idea of a good time isn't going to be sitting around with me dishing about who he has a crush on, who is stupid at school, and where the best shopping in town can be found.
Que sera, sera! I suppose I'll just have to learn to enjoy the fleeting moments when he's willing to admit that he has an emotion and cherish the few dinners we can share where I can watch him plow through a giant sloppy mushroom and Swiss burger. That greasy drip down the front of his shirt will be enough to keep the memory of that little kid fresh in my mind.