So, there was a gathering at my son's school yesterday. Games, food, the works; sounded like a good time. After a day at Middle School, Blake came home. I was expecting to take him, along with my little ones to the event at his school. Being the 13 year-old that he is, he decided he didn't feel like going, but assured me that I could go along with his younger brother and sister. He wasn't sure which friends were going, and wasn't really in the mood anyway.
He kept asking me if I was going, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to or not since he mentioned that the games probably wouldn't be for little kids. Two more times, he asked me if I was going. I said, "Blake, I'll gladly go if you want to." He didn't show much interest. Finally, after the third or fourth time asking me if I was going, a little light bulb went off in my head.
"Ooohhhh.... I get it! It's not that you don't want to go... it's that you want to go, but not with me!!"
Ouch!
I've always celebrated along with my kids when they are able to spread their wings and fly. I get excited for them and for the experiences they will have. But I must say this one hurt. Why was this one different, you ask?
The event was Family Night.
(Don't worry... I am able to laugh about it. He went without me, and escaped any embarrassment a mom and little siblings could possibly cause.)
1 comment:
I too know that feeling! Family night for my 13 year old, to show off science projects. He flat out said he didn't want me to go, or if I did... not to go to his table! It is a mixed emotion...a little ache that he doesn't need you as much..and EXCITING to see him grow up into a great young man and NOT need you as much.(But yet more than he thinks!) Letting go...totally a mixed emotion. Can't explain till your there.
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