I Love My Son

I love my son.

I love my son.

Really. I do love my son.

Some days, it's the sole reason I let him live.

Adam David, or "the boy" as we fondly refer to him, was born fifteen and half years ago. He was very much wanted and a welcomed ray of sunshine during what was then a rather dark time of my life.

My! How things change!

Don't get me wrong. As I clearly stated, I love my son tremendously. It's just that he seems to like nothing more than to find my last nerve and jump on it. If it's not one thing, it's another. Every day's a new day and another "adventure".

Maybe I'm just not as "adventurous" as I use to be. Maybe I'm just getting weary in my old age and not as tolerant as I once was.

Or maybe I'm right when I say the boy goes out of his way to try to push me over the edge.

Adam has a new girlfriend. That right there is enough cause for alarm, in my opinion. I've never met the girl, but he says she's really nice. She use to go to his school. She's blond ... and oh! Her name is "Becky". (That's somehow meant to make me feel better)

She's also older than him and has a car.

(Breathe Mama! Breathe!)

Last night the boy announced his weekend plans to me. Yes, I said he "announced" (not "asked") He said Becky would be driving him home from school today, where they would hang out and watch a movie together. Then, tomorrow they were planning to go to a concert in a town a good thirty miles from here, after which he would spend the night with his friend, Zach. (Not the "Zach" who lives near us, this is another "Zach" whom I've never actually met.)

Uh-huh.

I ran to the mirror to see if someone had scrawled "STUPID" across my forehead without my knowledge, because clearly my son was under the impression I'd approve of his weekend plans without an inkling of apprehension.

"ButMom, youdontunderstand, thismeansalottome. Justtrustme. PLEASE?!"

I trust Adam (sort of) ... at least as much as a mother could trust a fifteen and a half year old boy who is now "dating" a girl I've never met who happens to drive. I do, however, have some problem trusting this older girl I've never met, who will "date" a fifteen and a half year old boy. I also have trouble trusting these friends I've never met who live in this far away town.

I can't help but think that sweet smelling bundle of joy that was handed to me on July 17,1994 should have come with a warning label.

I tossed and turned last night, in anticipation of the argument that would surely ensue this morning when I reminded the boy that, while I would allow his new girlfriend to come to the house and watch a movie with him after school, I would not allow him to carry out any of his other plans this weekend.

No concert. No staying all night at the home of a friend I've never met.

But my worries were all in vain. As soon as Adam came bounding down the stairs this morning he announced that he'd made new plans. Plans he was sure I'd like better.

Becky is still picking him up after school today. They are still going to stop and rent a movie.

And then, they are going to her house to watch it.

But it's ok! Her parents (whom I've also never met) are going to be home.

"C'monMom,Justtrustme, Pleeeeeease?!"

It was back to the mirror again for me. Sure enough, my forehead remains clean and free of any labels that would indicate a lack of motherly wisdom.

To Adam's dismay we are back to the original plans. This girl I've never met, named Becky, will bring Adam home from school and they will watch a movie here within the confines of our own four walls ... quite possibly with me sitting between them on the sofa.

It's the least I can do.

Because I love my son.



Becky Taylor
http://www.boldnewday.com

So Proud!!!

I am so proud of my son.

After school this afternoon, fourteen year old Adam hopped into the car beaming from one ear to the other. It turns out his computer teacher (and the school system's county office) had paid him the "ultimate" compliment today.

He was told he has to STOP hacking into their computer system.

Yep.

Oh! But it's "ok". They've actually been monitoring him for a while and "allowing" him to continue because they were "using" him to help uncover weak spots in their system. Now that they think they've gotten everything secured, they've asked him to refrain from any further similar endeavors.

Why! According to the boy, it's almost like he's been working for them all along.

He went on to explain that he's in no "trouble" whatsoever because he only hacked in to prove that he could. He didn't do any damage. I mean, he could have changed his grades and other really cool stuff like that, but he didn't.

(What a good boy I've raised!)

Then he asked me if I WANTED him to go back in and change his grades. I jokingly told him that would depend of course, on what kind of grades he was getting withOUT hacking in and changing them.

No, No, No! I clarified that under NO circumstances did I want him to go in and change his grades. Furthermore, I wouldn't think that a kid smart enough to hack into the county system should be getting grades low enough to merit needing such a change.

I will surely remember this as one of my finer "motherhood" moments. On my list, it ranks somewhat above the time my oldest daughter, Angel came home and proudly announced that her first grade teacher, Mrs. Burris had moved her desk all the way up to the front of the room. What an honor!

Sort of along the same theme, only Adam's experience was potentially way more serious.

What can I say? My son is a genius!

I'll bet all the mothers whose sons did NOT hack into the county school system's office computers are darn jealous of me right now.

Yep. I'm pretty sure of it.