As a parent, you often find yourself taking things and moments for granted. Or maybe it's just me? Either way, I know that I've been guilty of getting so caught up in life that I neglect to pay attention to it. I think that might happen more often with the teenager, especially since he's driving now and no longer needs to wait for me to cart him around. So when a little moment sneaks up on me, and I actually recognize it when it happens? Well, forgive me if I'm inclined to make a bigger deal out of it than some people think I should.
Little moments like the first few minutes after he gets home from having met a girl face-to-face for the first time after talking to her via email and text messages for a couple of months. When he walks in the door and comes right to me, just grinning and waiting for me to ask how it went so he can tell me everything about her. And if I don't look at him quickly enough? He stands there, practically buzzing with impatience and excitement, until I DO look at him.
So what if I choose to look at these moments through rose-colored glasses? If I choose to regard these moments as something special? Does that make them any less real? Who on earth got to decide that just because I choose to pay attention to the small moments, and share them with others, it means that I'm naive and oblivious to the fact that my boys are most likely out doing things they shouldn't be doing?
Which, just so we're clear here? I'm not clueless. I am very aware of some of the less than desireable things my teenager has done. Mostly because he TELLS ME. Do I think he tells me absolutely everything? No. He's a teenager. By their very nature, they keep secrets from their parents. But do I believe he answers me honestly when I ask him something? Yes.
I'm not a superhero. I don't live in a world of make-believe. But I do know that my boys? Enjoy sharing their lives, their small but oh-so-important moments, with me.
And really? That's what matters in the end.