I Know You're In There!

Unlike my other teens past and present, Halfway Between (10 & 20) is not prone to dramatic outbursts.

At first, that seems like a blessing. But it also leaves me at a loss to figure out what is going on in there. At least with the others, I know exactly where I stand, even if it is usually in their way.

The other morning, he SET HIS ALARM (I know!) and woke himself to go say goodbye to a friend who is moving to another state.

(This "alarming" development will not stop me from coming into his room and singing, "OH! What a beautiful morning!" But at least now I know he has an adult skill under his belt. When he wears a belt.)

He returned a few hours later with a monotone greeting, "Hey mom."

"You okay, Pal? Are you sad?"

"Ah, a little. But there's always MySpace. . .and me and the guys are going to chip him in and buy him a plane ticket back down."

"The 'Mean guys?'"

"Sorry, Mother. . .'The Neighborhood Gentlemen and IIIIIII. . .'" Why does his proper English always have to be delivered with an English accent?

"Well, that's a good idea."

"And his Mom said I was welcome to come up and visit them any time."

"That's sweet. Do you want a hug?"

He looked at me as if I'd offered him a pink bow for his hair. The disappointment must have shown on my face, because he smiled and stretched out his arms. "Okay, Mom, if YOU need a hug. . ."

The truth is, I DID need a hug.

He may be six-feet-tall, but I know my little man is still in there somewhere.

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