You have never asked my why I’m a blogger; why I started this blog. Mainly, it was because of you and your sister. I wanted a way to capture what you said and did, how I felt about you and what I wanted for your future. I was never one for baby books, have been a total scrapbook slacker, and videos of you both as kids are few and far between. I think there are years in which you went unphotographed. We’ll refer to those as your Amish period, in the future.
I hope you don’t mind that I’ve used this blog to capture those moments, to relish in my joy of being your mom, of being a person allowed into your life, if only from the time you were born, until you grew up and went your own way.
I will not, however, forgive you for not accepting my friend request in Facebook.
One day, perhaps when you are 37 or so, or when you have snarky kids of your own, you will realize that I was maybe just a little bit cooler than the other moms.
Maybe.
“One day, perhaps when you are 37 or so, or when you have snarky kids of your own, you will realize that I was maybe just a little bit cooler than the other moms.”
Amen, sister.
I love this series you’re doing Marijean! Takes me back, a lot, to the last month when Jared, my eldest, was off to bootcamp after highschool. Same separation anxiety (slightly different fears, though same worries about premature, overabundant use of alcohol).
I only wish (oh, how I wish) someone had told me it was normal for the departing kid to be a big giant jerk (I’m sure that your boy is NOT) by oozing attitude, picking fights, and overall, creating a reason to ultimately assert, “Fine. I am so outta here!” It’s a total defense mechanism. I didn’t know that was more common than not and I took my son’s behavior very personally. It broke my heart when it needn’t have.
Did you know that some branches of the military (not my son’s, unfortunatley) require the bootcamper’s first task to be the authoring of a letter of apology to mom? I don’t think colleges do that, but they should. Anyway, it is awesome that you are documenting this time and your tributes to your son.
Oh, and my kids won’t friend me, either. Apparently, it’s a matter of principle and spy prevention. My adult brother – still involved in academics (PhD level) is my facebook friend, and I’m pretty grateful Dad can’t see his account though I am highly amused.