DH will be back with the boys on Saturday - and yes, I am waiting with baited breath! It's only a scant six weeks since I saw them last and although I see them on Skype most days and run up humongous phone bills talking to them before they go to bed each night, nothing really takes the place of having them in my hot little Momma hands and being able to take care of them.
That place between being a 'little boy' and a 'big" one is strange. It's so easy to think that because they are 16 & 17 and over 6' tall that they don't need nurturing, love and gobs more understanding than usual - in fact it seems to me that it's quite the opposite. When they become lean, gangly, shaving, almost men and at odds with everything - then that's when they need the most love and attention.
Knowing what they listen to on their Ipod, what cool (overpriced) Tshirt is the must have outerwear for parties, which friend is IN, which friend is out, how many (dubious) groups they belong to on Facebook, being able to relate to them on at least 10 different levels on subjects that you have (almost) no clue about..and having the fortitude to grin and bear it when they tell you they have used $30 of phone credit in a week....
It's a complex time, but I am grateful for each and every moment and for the fact that there is enough trust and love for us to talk to each other and that DH and I are not only their parents but part of their world too....
I am very blessed!
Hurry home Boys (all 3 of you)!!!! xoxxo