Last night was a very strange night in our household. My husband is away, and my son (Grendel) and I both had problems sleeping for some reason. Around 3 a.m., we were both up contemplating using the toilet. I came out in the hallway and noticed that his door was open. I looked around but didn't see him anywhere. I wandered into the bathroom, but decided to come close the door (just in case). And just as I reached the door, he was about to come in. We scared each other silly. I sent him to the downstairs bathroom, and closed the door.
In the morning, I felt like I'd been run over by a truck (stomach issues and general lack of sleep). He opted to sleep in an extra half hour, and skipped his regular first breakfast (a bowl of cereal ... he's been having a pack of Pop Tarts on the way out the door as a second breakfast). I opted to stay home to try to achieve the rest that I missed out on the night before. I was only very partially successful.
When Grendel got home from school, he took a nap while I went out and ran a few errands. When I got back, we watched a little television and then went to a Pampered Chef party together. At fifteen, he was the youngest guest in attendance by at least twenty years. However, he knew at least half of the adults from our church. In addition, he's really interested in cooking.
Grendel participated in the cooking demonstrations, since the demonstrator is one of his youth group advisers. Plus, Grendel is usually pretty helpful and cooperative with non-parental adults. Grendel helped convince me to make a few purchases. He asked to go home just before nine p.m., because he was tired. He was actually having a nice time talking with a couple of the other guests. He also said he wasn't too embarrassed by some of the stories I told about him. I also let him sip my Mike's Hard Lemonade, which he really enjoyed.
On the way to the party, he picked the music that we listened to in the car. On the way home, I picked it. We chatted in the car about school and such. We both had a really nice time. I hope I can hold onto this warm feeling the next time he really torques me off (say, sometime tomorrow).
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"Grendel"? I love the levels of meaning - although the imagery has not fully jibed with the Duggar progeny I once held in my arms as an grendeling. I will have to peruse the archive to learn more, but from the context, it is pleasing to read of a maternal-bonding moment during the prosaically tumultuous adolescent era.
~ Gemin Blackmoor
that's great mother/son time. and it sounds like you have a budding chef on your hands. cool!
He is a bit of a budding chef, but he's really too picky about what he eats to do it professionally IMO. Afterall, how could he tell if something he doesn't like to eat tastes 'good' or not? (grin)
I did forget to mention the other bonding we did on Wednesday evening. He had a dentist appointment after school. On the way home, I offered to take him to Daddy's Junkie music so that he could drool over the guitars. He has an electric, but he's been contemplating getting an accoustic as well. We had a lovely time just hanging out there for about half an hour or so. I did have to practically drag him out. Again, another nice and non-confrontational experience.
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