He's a funny boy at ten years old. He just starts talking and things come out. Yesterday he was trying to get my attention while I was reading a book. I didn't respond so he said, "Well, what do I know, I'm just stupid." Perceptible pause. "Stupid but happy." I cracked up.
But at least he was still my little boy. Even though he won't kiss me goodbye when I drop him off at school and suffers the consequences of me calling out to him in my annoying mom voice, "I love you, son! Make good choices!" He pretends he doesn't know me. Sometimes he feigns casualness by whistling as he saunters off.
But he's still my little boy and I'm just a mom. I'm insignificant, and, largely invisible unless he needs something. That something is often our little special time of his seeking me out after school and talking to me about stuff. Important stuff like having a substitute today who didn't know that his teacher is purposely growing mold in the refrigerator and she opened it or someone made him laugh so hard at recess that he threw up.
He's a little boy who still finds himself drawn to me like a magnet and I quite enjoy that. I'm just a mom.
April 28, 2010, a day of infamy. This mom took a shower in the master bath (read: the bathroom attached to her bedroom). This mom dried herself off and went in search of underwear which she keeps in her dresser right outside the bathroom door in her own room! Little did I know that my little 10 year old boy was drawn to me like a little moon around his planet and was laying on my unmade bed. There I stood, his mother, stark naked (may I repeat - in my own room). The little boy, my innocent son, sat up, got one look at me and screeched in pure agony while protecting his eyes with one hand.
"My eyes! My eyes! Oh, I'm blind! My beautiful, sensitive eyes! Gone! Gone!" And to prove his point, he ran from the room, still shielding his eyes with one hand, holding his other hand out at arms length and still managed to run into two walls.
My heart broke just a little bit. I'd turned into a girl. The most despicable creature on a ten year old boy's earth. I was still standing buck naked in my stunned glory when another blanket stirred and my 5 year old son emerged. He giggled. "Mom! You're naked!"
I am so glad I never saw my parens naked.
ReplyDeleteI guess The Mister has a good point when he says The Boy must NEVER go into our room (but I think it's more about the food we hide from him in the closet).
ReplyDeleteAlso, I lock the bedroom door before my shower - just in case The Boy should open the door because he needs to tell me something so important, it can't wait (he's still drawn to me).
He's the only adolescent I know who asks to talk to his mom when he gets in trouble in school.
hahahaha! That'll teach him to hang out in your room. heehee
ReplyDeleteWhen I was 8 or 9 I went through this phase of not closing the bathroom door all of the way when I needed to use the toilet. The morning my dad walked in naked was the last time I did that!
ReplyDeleteLuckily my boys have never been subjected to my nakedness - that would require serious brain bleach - but they have been subjected to me in my good girls and bra many a morning as we race to get ready and all 5 share one bathroom.
ReplyDeleteYeah, mother of the year for me
Both my boys have had to have their eyes removed and replaced for the very same reason....You would think a closed BEDROOM door and a closed BATHROOM door with water running for a while would clue them in.
ReplyDeleteYou made me laugh today! Thanks