My ten year old has been over his cousins’ house since Sunday and finally came back today.
I missed him like crazy.
His sisters? Not so much.
When we went to pick him up this morning, the middle one A whispered to me, “Can we leave him here again?”
I can’t say I blame her. They’ve been clashing a lot the past year ever since he became a TWEEN. While he’s been gone the last forty-eight hours, she’s had it pretty good. I let her spend money she got from Grandma and Grandpa on the game Jenga. I brought her and her sister to the park and out to eat.
Perhaps the most important part though was that she was no longer in the middle. She was only the big sister. I imagine it must have felt pretty good.
When M came back, he told me that Chuck Norris once ate a 12 oz steak in under a minute and 59 seconds of that was spent having sex with the waitress.
I am pretty sure he and his older cousins (M will be in fifth grade, his older cousins will be in sixth grade and eighth grade) Google’d more Chuck Norris jokes. I am pretty sure they were able to talk about things he couldn’t talk about with me or his sisters for that matter. I am not worried about what they talked about. His cousins are good kids and their parents (their mother is my first cousin) are doing a great job.
I am worried about him.
Okay, that’s coming out wrong.
I am worried about me. He’s growing up so fast that I can’t breathe! I don’t have my husband here to tell me to exhale. Ugh. Not until next year! Next year cannot come soon enough!
So I tucked him into bed tonight. I said, “Good night! I love you!” like I have for the past ten and a half years. And for the past ten and a half years, he’s called out several times until I leave his room, “I love you! Good night!” and we’d go back and forth a couple times until I retreated back downstairs.
Tonight he said nothing.
Hear that? That’s the sound of my heart breaking.