Last night I struggled with the fact that my boy is going to be 13…and he may not always want to hang out anymore. We had a busy weekend. Dylan had a hockey tournament, but it was just him at home this weekend. It was an opportunity to do some of the things that we may not do when they are around – but basically just an opportunity to spend time with him alone. And he was ready to pass on it. Sure, I know he was tired. It was a long weekend for all of us. And yes, I’m realizing that going upstairs and watching TV by himself or talking on the phone is just what he’s going to want to do more often. But I was looking forward to a little “D” time.
I got a little paranoid – was it because we were doing things ourselves more often that he thought we didn’t want to do things with him? Was it because he thought we were busy or would rather do something else? No, Bryan reassured me. It was because he was almost 13 and normal.
I did ask him if he wanted to play Spades, though, and that was a given. By the time we were ready to deal the last hand he was totally in for a movie again, too (thank you, baby, for not letting it go and suggesting it again). By the end of the night he was just a kid hanging out with his parents again, falling asleep on the couch watching a movie and it was nice.