The drive back from the therapist was an opening.
My son bubbled over with chatter and deep conversation. He was my little boy again.
Then we spent most of the weekend together. Hey, without friends and laptop I am not such bad company for him.
He sat next to me while he completed college applications and drafted an essay.
Yes, he sat next to me.
He is taking all of his many consequences with grace. He has not complained except to say that he wonders when he is going to stop being surprised by consequences. He asked when some of them might be lifted. I told him that I didn't know -- I had never had a kid before who smoked pot -- this is new for me, too.
Hey, today he laughed at one of my jokes.
Hey, today I joked.
One step at a time.
Meanwhile, I am keeping this boy close to my hip.
I've always said that kids (especially boys, at the risk of sounded sexist - but since I have 4 of each, I may have enough experience to make this judgement) are brilliant when they are in the kitchen with their moms. Right and Wrong seems very clear while standing near the homefire.
As kids get further and further from the kitchen, they get dumber. Yes, they do dumber things.
And the more teenage brains are in in one place, the dumber they get. Brain mass actually atrophies.
Yes, I am getting my sense of humor back.
I recognize him more as my son as time goes on. And I recognize myself a bit more, too.
Thanks for listening to me as I go through this little dip in the raising teenagers journey. I am sure that we are not done yet...but I think I will pause from sharing the day-by-day with you.
Now back to our regular parents-of-teenagers-tongue-in-cheek posts. I'm ready for the laughs.