I think I’ve mentioned that my boys are away for the month of July, visiting their father who lives several states away. It’s good they get to spend time with him and their other half-sister and step-mother. It also makes for a lot of quiet around here, good or bad. I miss them, but hey, quiet is a rare commodity.
Those of you who have in any way experienced blended families or child of divorce, whether you or your children, can probably relate to the following telephone conversation:
“…Okay, K. Can I talk your brother now?”
“Yep, here he is – [not quite whispers or covers the phone] S, DON’T tell Mom about Dad mutter-mutter -“
“I love you, bye, K!”
“Hi S. Don’t tell Mom about Dad what, chuckle?”
“It’s okay, S, what can I do from here?”
“Uh, he’s playing [insert name of a violent probably M-rated video game here].”
“Don’t worry about it, kiddo. It’s okay.”
“Okay, bye, Mom.” And silence. Check the cellphone screen, yep, he hung up. Obviously he was paying more attention to his father’s shoot ’em up digital exploits.
I supposed on one level it’s good that K wants to protect his dad from his perception of my perception of something stinky in Denmark, but it does make me wonder what he thinks he’ll try to hide from me over the next few teen years….the little sneak. What he doesn’t realize is I was a bigger sneak.