Sometimes I wonder about my kids. I wonder if I've broken them.
I wonder if I play with them enough. Or interact with them enough.
If I nurture them enough.
Then there are the times when I just wonder what I did to deserve it....
You know...that average mom stuff.
Today, in a random sort of way, G-man started talking about how old everyone will be in a decade. First of all, it's nice to know that he's paying attention to SOMETHING.
but sometimes I have to wonder (There I go again) about his timing.
He mentioned that he'd be nearly 21 in a decade.
Which made me feel VERY old. I mean, hypothetically speaking. In the future. In a decade. I'll be nearly 48.
So I mentioned to the kids that while a decade might seem to go by really quickly, let's enjoy one year, one day, one moment at a time.
Mostly because I wasn't ready to talk about things that might happen in a decade.
Was that to happen???
OH, Nooooo! It was not to be.
J-man started to cry.
Who knew that talking about things a decade away would bring tears. I mean, besides my own.
J-man focused on the fact that G-man would be an adult. I tried to assuage his fear. "Most guys really aren't grown up until about 25."
He didn't want to hear that EITHER.
I can't win.
So that was the beginning. He didn't want G-man to move away. He wanted to keep his friend close at hand.
From there he started talking about his own children.
Just so you remember....J-man is 7.
"When I have kids, I'm going to encourage them to make up their own games. Like I do."
(Which is -- he'll encourage them to use their imaginations)
And "I'll play with my kids when they're lonely."
I looked at him. "Are you lonely?"
He got teary eyed again.
Then I got to listen to more plans about his own kids. And how he planned to parent them.
He's left me wondering about me.
Does he find me deficient?
I must be doing SOMETHING right, though.
I mean....he's at least PLANNING to have children in the future.
That's gotta count for something. Somewhere.