Sometimes for a brief span of time I fancy that I get it. That I get this mothering thing and that somehow, miraculously, I am a wee bit good at it. These times inevitably pass and I quickly realize what a bumbling buffoon I am, but in those moments when I do get it? I totally have it. And it’s good. About a week ago I had the opportunity to spend a night camping with Loren and my mom. Loren has slept a total of three nights at the house this summer and his absence has been an almost daily hurt for me. He has chosen instead to spend the summer based at his dad’s house where he can prowl about town more easily until the early hours of the morning. I understand this. He’s 17. Doesn’t want to spend his summer in the Estrogen Sphere of the Manor. Wants to be able to visit his friends without having to ask for a ride to get there. But it still hurts and I have missed him something fierce. So when the opportunity to spend a night camping with him came up I was beyond giddy. And? It was truly wonderful. Although I have barely seen him for the past seven weeks we easily slipped into what I can only call our Easiness. It is peaceful, fun, sassy and, well, easy. We tried out my mom’s new inflatable kayak, we walked, we met kittens and we talked in the tent into the late hours of the night when we both finally kept falling asleep in the middle of our sentences.
My sweet boy.
