Boy, Interrupted

Today, the boy was accepted to the college he really wanted to attend.

While I’m a little sad that he’s not going to my college, I’m really so happy that he’s going to a college, as opposed to a prison, that I’m good with it. Very good, in fact. This college’s cheaper.

So, I came home today to find him with his girlfriend and one of her friends making Valentine’s Day cards for their mothers. Awww. This is so not the scene you expect to find when you come home to find your teenage son with two young girls. Huge sigh of relief.

As I’m checking my email, I’m absolutely stunned beyond belief to see him stand up, take his glass to the dishwasher, and put it in the dishwasher. Then he grabs some cleaner and a tea towel, wipes down the counters in the kitchen and turns to me to ask, “Hey, how would you like it if I took the dog to the dog park?”

This is the same child that I have to bribe to walk the dog he begged for six years ago.

“Who are you?” I ask.

Okay, he leaves with said dog, and I walk back into the kitchen to find a homemade card stuck to the refrigerator with a magnet. It reads:

“Mom, I know this last year has been in ‘every direction.’ Thank you for everything. I love you.”

Then he signed it with his first and last name. Just in case I wouldn’t know.


I’m so lucky.