On Friday I started drinking root beer at 10:30 a.m.
Please don't judge me, it's just that sometimes water doesn't cut it, you know. Sometimes you need the hard stuff to deal with the hard stuff.
Like when your son tells you that one of his best friend's parents are getting divorced. Parents that you know. That you've spent time with. That took your son to Las Vegas not two months ago.
And now the mom is gone. Just like that. POOF! And this is not the first mom who has disappeared into thin air on him. This is the 2nd mom.
How many disappearing mom's can one teenage boy take?
Who's going to do his laundry? Who's going to make him eat his broccoli? What if he forgets his math book, or his lunch money? Who will rush to the junior high to save him?
These questions keep me up at night. Fer reals! I lay in bed, wide-eyed, and stare into the dark, imagining him at school, all wrinkled and hungry, without a math book.
And then I get up and pour myself a root beer. And sometimes, if I imagine him sitting at lunch with all his friends, but without a lunch, I make it a root beer float. On the rocks!
The worst part is that last year at this time a different best friend's parents split up. Parents that we knew. Parents that we spent time with. That took my son to Las Vegas not two months before the mom disappeared into thin air.
I drank a lot of root beer over that vanishing act too!
(Do you think it's my son's fault?) (Huh? huh? huh?) (If anyone ever asks him to go to Las Vegas again, do you think I should lock them in their house, light a thousand candles and make them listen to Mozart until they promise to stay together forever?)
Anyway, all of this root beer has helped me decide what I want to be when I grow up. A mom. I want to be a mom. The kind who hides her children's math books just so she can rush to the junior high to let them know she's still around.
If anyone knows anyone who knows anyone who needs a mom like that, will you let them know I'm available?
13 comments:
Heart breaking.
You are wonderful. Hopefully you can have extra broccoli in your fridge.
You have extra lub.
Share them both.
Yes it is one of life's injustices that there is injustice in this life. Just sayin.
I need a mom like that! Think you can do that for a 35 year old?
Everyone needs a momma that still comes to the rescue when you forget your lunchbox. Even if your 40. My heart goes out to that young friend of yours, I wouold save one of my momma bear hugs for him.
That is so sad. I have a mom like that, and that's the kind of mom I try to be. You could always send extra lunches with your son for that boy.
Sad for the situation, Glad you're there
and that he has your son as a friend.
This post reminded me of the movie Hook, when the little girl yells, "you need a mommy!" (the best part of the whole movie!)
P.S.You'd be a great mom!
Ugh, that D word again! :-(
I don't think it's your son. I think it's the Las Vegas part.
So we are just home from the annual Memorial Day Beach Party and of course missing you guys dang it. No one even took any pictures!!! How will we record this in the history books? It was pretty fun and a beautiful day. Perry is kinda over it. I mean if he had a choice he wouldn't even go. But, me and the kids had fun so it was worth it. Josh showed up with 4 girls. Too funny.
You didn't comment on my facebook post so maybe you don't know. We had great news on Friday. One that Perry got CFS and the other that Josh got another scholarship from the USTA for $6,000 ($1,500 for 4 years). He may be able to afford the dorms now! Did you see that Adam got transferred to a spanish speaking branch in Anchorage. He already had to give a talk in spanish!!!
I got to play mommy today. And tonight. And I'll get to play mommy again tomorrow.
Martha, HOORAY about CFS and the $6,000 scholarship. And Josh showing up with four girls. Holy cow! What a great string of events. ha ha And are you serious about Adam? Suddenly he's spanish speaking? That's awesome.
I missed you guys today! We threw our own party in our yard in honor of you. Gotta keep the tradition alive. We have 40 guests. All related to us. But guess what? I didn't take a single picture.
Okay, my verifier says explit.
ex and xplit. My verifier is so in tune.
Oh sad. He should move in with you guys. You could be just what he needs.
When friends of ours announced their divorce I cried for days.
you will be so surprised at how many of your children's friends will love you like a mom. Many more of them than we even know are hurting, and missing...something. Keep your pantry full,never turn away an opportunity to feed a teenager, and remember they will love you.
My greatest blessing was being there for my children. Now that my youngest is graduating from high school, I think my heart will break wide open....
Wow. I'm late and Donna's comment just made me cry.
You will do right by this young man, somehow I know that!
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