Parenting: the toughest job in the world if you do it right.
I wrote this today. It was an unexpected day off due to snow…no school. A chance to do something different or more of the same. I chose something different. I chose to write about my encounter with my son.
He hates me. I see it in his eyes. He wasn’t happy to see me, even though I was, in my own motherly sort of way. I had finally found him. I gave him an uncomfortable hug from an odd angle, him sitting, me standing, short portable wall in the way. “How are you?” I asked with a smile. He stared, that blank “I don’t give a shit” stare. “I bought you some socks, some wool socks.” I said as I gave him the gift bag that had been hanging in the hallway since Christmas. The gift bag that went with us whenever we ran errands in case we happened to…
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