Wow. So much time has passed.
I never wrote a word about how proud I was of L at school.
I never mentioned that I missed him, but that I was thrilled that he'd moved away from home because when I did see him he was so sweet to me (unlike the son who moved out of the house in September who could just barely listen to me ask for anything, let alone listen to me sing...)
He thrived on his own (overall). Certainly wasn't missing us too much (lost his phone and didn't want to replace it - he wasn't calling us)*
But now, he's back!!! Decided to transfer to the very respectable university that's practically in our hometown and he's living at home again.
I know he wants to be a different L. He's trying very hard to be agreeable and cooperative. Plus, he no longer has that knee-jerk reaction toward anything I do. But, he's not really strong on house-work -it's not something he really gets. So, while he's make great strides in being able to clean the kitchen by himself regularly, it's no good just to tell him he's in charge. (Since I was working and he's on vacation and I thought that was fair...)
Anyway, darn it. This isn't fun or funny.
I guess, now that I've seen the end (I've caught a distant glimpse of the empty nest ha ha), I just want to be able to enjoy L... I don't want to let up on him. I don't want to let him act entitled and spoiled. But as long as he's growing and maturing (and he really is), I want to be able to enjoy having him home with us a few more years.
There's a trap I can fall into. L can be a very aggressive debater and he's not one for admitting any error... So, it's tempting to lay my side of things out in writing. At the back of my mind is that idea... one day you'll see this and you really will get it, son. : ) But, I guess if he's going to "get it" someday, it won't' necessarily be because I spent any more time at this blog... right? right.
There is one sort of funny thing that I have to say... Damn! No longer in the mood to write (wait - make that: I'm still not in the mood to write.)
* That hasn't changed. When he came home one weekend without his phone (October) and then the next time I saw him he didn't have his phone, I got him to admit... but about 3 weeks after he'd moved home, he found it in his backpack. ha ha
