Five days a week I get the
splendid opportunity to drive
my teenage son to and from Football.
Five opportunities times two
for us to chit chat about
what is up with him.
He is seatbelted in,
I can choose how fast or slow we get there.
I can even take a new route if
I feel we have so much more to
say to one another...
NOT!!!
He has those big Skullcandy earphones
that BLOCK OUT PARENTAL ADVICE
SUGGESTIONS, and INQUIRIES!!!
Each day as I drive him I
pat him on the leg to get his attention:
He removes ONE ear phone:
"Hey Bud, How was school?"
"Fine"
Phones back on...
Me patting his leg...
ONE phone off:
"How is your homework going?
"Fine"
Phones back on...
Me patting his leg...
ONE phone off:
"Do you have plans for the weekend?"
"IDK yet"
Phones back on...
Me patting his leg...
ONE phone off:
"Did you get your chores done?"
"Yeah"
Phones back on....
Finally this Tuesday when I was
going through the usual motions with him...
He turned to me and said:
"MOM, I CAN READ YOUR MIND!!!"
Me: Really?
He still makes me smile....
as he turned to me and said...
"Hey, you could blog that!!!"
5 comments:
i love that kid
This makes me laugh. We had the same scenario day after day until I finally made a rule and told them "no ear phones, or cell phones" while in the car while I am driving. However, I did concede and let them choose the radio station. My kids are always living in fear that I may blog about them.
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My SIL whose middle child is 15 and whose older two children are 19+ told me that once they hit about 15 they don't really listen any more. She said if she could go back she'd say less and say it more softly. (I guess that is her plan with the 3 still left at home). She said that she panicked with the first 2 when she realized they were tuning out. I guess it is somewhat natural for kids to slowly separate from their parents. Funny how when they are little and want our attention all the time we just want a night out ... and then they grow up (and are finally interesting to talk to!) and they don't want to talk as much anymore. Life is ironic!
mmmm, sounds like my bean....
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