Posted 09-29-2003 at 03:35:24
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I left my room about eight last night to gather the stuff to take a shower, and I found Jill in her room (which is immediately adjacent to the bathroom) clutching the Nextel radio/phone in her hand, her eyes all misted up.
"What's that matter?"
Well, excuu-uuuse ME.
I could tell she was talking to her boyfriend on the radio, but as soon as I walked in she put it on private so I could only hear her side.
"...well you said you were coming by." She whined.
Silence and then.....
"Oh, so you can make it over to John's but you can't come over here?" John lives about three or four miles away from us. There was enough bitterness in that question that even I felt guilty, and I didn't do anything. She was giving him nine kinds of he11.
It went on long enough that it got redundant, so I went on in and got in the shower. I was lost in the mundane activity of shaving my legs when suddenly the shower curtain was yanked back. I was so stunned I dropped my razor and promptly stepped on it.
"Mom...you're not going to believe this!"
"I already don't believe that you are pratically standing in the shower with me! Do ya mind?" I yelled, trying to cover strategic areas with a four inch loofah. "The amazing thing about that curtain is it's flimsy enough you can talk right through it!"
Whip, the shower curtain closed.
"Mom....you're not going to believe this!"
Okay, we were starting over, I guess.
"What am I not going to believe?"
"You know how he was telling me that he wasn't coming over and that he was going hog hunting and that he couldn't make it?"
"Well...he's been sitting in the living room the whole time!" Short burst of insane gigling. "He's been in there for a half an hour telling me he couldn't come, can you hear him and Jake laughing? Isn't that fuuuunnneee? He's been talking to me this whole time from the couch!"
Yeah. Ha ha. Funny. He put her through the gamut of complete devastation all the way to sheer joy in the space of thirty mintes, and she was HAPPY about it. If I tried that crap she wouldn't speak to me for a month.
"Yup, he's a tricky little devil isn't he?" Just how tricky, only time will tell.
Suddenly I got very nostalgic. Almost as suddenly the nostalgia turned to depression. I think it was the expression of wonder and excitement on her face. I can remember back when I could make those expressions happen with a new bicycle or a ticket to a concert, or that CD she had been wanting FOREVER, and I sighed. If this whole boyfriend thing is this hard for me, being a mother, I can just imagine what Fred must be going through.
Our baby has a new hero and nothing we can ever do will ever be as good, funny, or special, as he can do, for now and forever more.
I went on to bed and filled Fred in on the little trickeroo.
"Yeah... he's a tricky little dev....."
"Yeah I already said that."
"You know what this means?" He asked, pulling me close, switching off the television. "She's occupied, Jake's occupied and Jenny's online....hmmmm...."
Leave it to him to think of that. Now it was me who let out the short burst of insane giggling. Gee, who did I sound like? Suddenly I wasn't so depressed anymore. Life goes on.