It’s been our tradition in the fall.
A photo of just the two of us.
Once on mother’s day and once in September. Our “us” time. The time when we eat what we want. We watch movies. We don’t make our beds. We travel. We hang out. Just the two of us. And as he gets older, he retreats to his room more. Which I expected, so the car rides are more valuable to me than gold. As long as I can keep his Beats off and phone stored away. We’re walking into a new stage in life. A busier one for him and a quieter one for me. Watching from the sidelines and supporting and cheering and lecturing whenever he needs, praying I’ve done ok this far. He’s navigating a new world. So am I. This growing up business, they don’t really tell you about it in the baby books, or toddler forums or what to expect books. Not that I read any of them.
He and I are calm together. He’s a mirror of myself. Not at that age, but now. Our tenancies and actions and temperament…feisty yet tender, is the same. I thought at first in the beginning it was just mother’s influence, but as time goes on, I realize, he is just that way. And I thank God that some one out there knows how my mind works.
On the way home last night the sun was setting on the front range. He pulled out his phone to take a picture. I had already pulled over for a picture. And he said “I think that’s what people dream of when they imagine mountains. It’s too hard to take a picture of. They don’t do the job.”
That’s my kid.
Also…
He said earlier in the day.
“So much has changed in one day! I come home to new windows in the house and my mom got her nose pierced. My world is in upheaval.”
Says the kid with natural coolness, to a girl who never really was.
Sorry kid. I’m the wild you will probably never tame. And I think you like it that way.
