My oldest son turned 26 this week. He’s the good son, the one i’ve never had to worry about even in his teenhood. Though he’s not the chef of the family, he’s the one that cooks pretty much every night (i know, i’m spoilt). He takes on the various responsibilities of the household quietly and without fanfare. He’s such a lovely young man, bright, funny…. i just wish i knew him better.
Somehow in his teens i lost him to his friends, his life. Every once in awhile, like last night, as we chatted the entire drive to downtown to meet up with my mom and dyl, i get him back. I treasure those moments. Moments when he lets his guard down, and really talks to me. I wish i could find the formula to have more of them.
I have a good friend joan, who has two boys the same age. Younger son that pushes all boundaries, but is the talker and communicator, older son (the good son), quiet and hard to truly know what’s going on. The situation is so similar, that i can be somewhat at peace with it… sort of.
One of the random facts that came out over his birthday supper. I was 26 when i had him… which means i’m thinking it’s time for me to have a grandchild, no?
July 21st, 2008 at 6:56 pm
My oldest boy, who lives with his dad, is coming next week. I live for those times he flies out here. He’s hard to know - keeps very much his own counsel, but in moments, we can talk - usually in the car, facing forward. Whatever works. I want to know him not only because he’s my son, but also because he’s a wonderful young man. A little angsty right now, but still.
April 10th, 2009 at 11:44 pm
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