September 2009


Dear Maxx,

Ok, so if you were trying to make me feel guilty this morning as the taxi was outside waiting to take me to the airport, and you were hacking and coughing in bed, unable to get up for football practice, it worked.

And it hasn’t helped, calling from the Chicago airport to hear you coughing even louder than you were when I tried to assure you that it would all be ok, your dad would be there in a few hours to take care of you.

Oy.

That umbilical cord runs deep, deep, deep.

I wonder if I’ll EVER be able to hear you cough without automatically feeling as though I should be handing you kleenex, a bowl of homemade (NOT canned) chicken soup and a nice, steaming cup of tea. ¬†…and maybe some organic ginger ale.

I have the feeling that even when you’re long gone out of our home, married to some loving woman and making soup for your OWN kids I’ll STILL have that inbred impulse.

Anyway, hope you feel better and that you enjoy your week without your step-dad breathing down your neck.

Even if you have your dad breathing down your neck instead ūüôā

Love you.

More from Milan (or maybe from the Frankfurt airport in the morning).

Mom – enroute to Marrakech (and hey, would you PLEASE look it up on a map so at least you know where in the world I am??)

I seem to be spending quite a bit of my blogging time either kvetching about my teen, or trying to get others to help me figure him out, but this post is just pure celebration.  

I’m having a moment, or actually a few moments of deep gratitude for who this guy is, and appreciating the time we’ve been spending together this week. ¬†

First week of school – always a brutal transition, but even though it was stressful for both of us (I am starting the fourth semester of my undergrad degree program at SFU), we talked more than yelled, responded to one another more than reacted all over each other.

Felt like a bit of a breakthrough actually.

Pretty amazing to be pulled aside by my 14 year old and have him say, “Mom, I’m really feeling stressed today, and here’s all the reasons why….”, rather than have him just freaking out all over me and my husband.

So I’m seeing the world through his eyes a bit more clearly.

Don’t envy him. ¬†Wouldn’t want to be 14 again, but sure am grateful he’s letting me see the world through his eyes. ¬†Sometimes I have some advice, sometimes I just have a wave of shock and horror listening to what he’s struggling with. ¬†

He’s struggling with peer pressure around drugs.

Last night we had dinner with my sis and her kids.  Her 14 year old daughter, my beloved niece, is watching HER friends struggle with issues of sex.   

Good goddess. ¬†Sigh….doesn’t 14 seem too young to be grappling with sex and drug issues? ¬†

Anyway, driving home from dinner at Milestones with VERY full bellies, my son kept switching up the radio stations, kvetching about music today.  As he kept landing on classic rock stations, and we both rocked out to Lynyrd Skynyrd, Hendrix and old Stones tunes, I found myself driving along with a really silly grin of satisfaction on my face.  

Full belly, full heart.  

btw – great article on agreeing on music during rides w/ the kids, written BY a kid:

http://www.radicalparenting.com/2009/01/19/best-car-music-both-parents-and-teens-can-agree-on/

After my last plaintive post, my dear fellow Deep Cove mom-to-teens, Toni, drove right over to my home and delivered a fabulous book, Yes, Your Teen IS Crazy, to my door.

http://www.docmikebradley.com/my_book_01.html

Dr. Bradley’s humorous, but detailed approach to a subject matter that, from what I’ve been hearing in talking to fellow parents, is often nightmarish, has somewhat restored my sanity. ¬†Appreciating that my teenage son may be experiencing temporary insanity is somehow comforting. ¬†

I’m taking my teen away for a mom/son weekend to Harrison Hot Springs as we prepare for the transition back to school days. ¬†

Hope you have a wonderful last long weekend of the summer of ’09 with your kids!