The other day when I was in the car with DH, Nice to Be With You by Gallery came on the 70’s station he listens to. Suddenly I was riding my bike to the high school swimming pool on a hot summer day with a quick stop at the tiny convenience store to buy candy before I got there.
I allowed myself to be captivated by that memory for a couple of minutes while the song played, then started talking with hubs about “the good ole days.” He had memories of the same as a kid. At our age, who doesn’t? He asked if it was free, and I laughed.
“No, but it wasn’t expensive. And all the kids from school went there.” I sighed, letting the great memories roll over me.
Thing is, I don’t know why my boys don’t get out more. I don’t want to sound as though I’m complaining, because Lord knows at some point they are not going to want anything to do with us. But for right now, they actually like to hang with us.
Bugs had been wanting to see the Men in Black movie and I had encouraged him to take a friend. But for some reason, he seemed reluctant to go without me. So I said I would take him with his friend. When we got there, I asked if I should sit in another row. He and his best friend looked at me like I was crazy. “What for?”
“Well, you know! Two teenage boys don’t want the mom around.”
They laughed at me then told me it was fine. We had a really good time, then went to get a bite to eat afterwards and talked. I love that they will still talk to me. I feel so lucky and grateful for this. Open communication is the best thing you can have with your kids. I know they don’t tell me everything, but I would hope that if something is wrong, that if they really need to talk or have a problem, they would feel like they could bring it to me.
So in the end, I guess it’s O.K. that they aren’t tearing off to unknown places alone. I’ll just keep enjoying them for as long as I can.