I have three children. I love them all dearly. That’s what mom’s do; they make each one feel that they are the best thing since sliced bread. Us mom’s also know that all our kids are so different from one another and really, that trips me out so much even still. How on earth can they all be so very different from each other? They all have their own styles, they all like their different music, they all have different interests and I know, I know we are not supposed to put labels on people but I remain firm in the fact that I have three A’s. Austin the Artist, Dylan (why I didn’t name him an A name remains a mystery….much like him) Dylan the Athlete and Abbie the Actress.
On this day my artist son agreed to have coffee with me. It was a HOT Sunday so our drinks ended up being iced but still we talked just a little. Not a whole lot. Just a little. He used to be my big talker, he talked about so much, mostly if you want to know the entire truth, if he wasn’t talking he was auguring with me about something. Trying to make his point. I would joke with him at a young age…”you will be my attorney” He had to win and he had a reason for all things. He still does, only he doesn’t talk as much.
I worry about him. I can tell his life is one big question mark right now. He struggles with his future plans, he feels like he is climbing the biggest mountain ever. He feels lost. It’s hard to watch. I want to keep telling him that we all had those feelings at his age but I honestly think it’s far more difficult for his generation. It’s like there is this big, huge pressure to attend college for all these kids and you know what? College is NOT for everyone. What happened to all our trades taught in high school (it’s getting less and less) some kids are good with their hands, others creative. Not all are academic and college bound. We still need artists, we still need people who master crafts such as iron, wood, we need bakers, and we need chefs. I just wish I could snap my fingers and take his anxiety away. I know he must get through this. So I’m here. I’m here to support him, I’m here to love him, and I’m here to accept what he decides to do with his life. I just worry. I think that part is normal.
I like how even though we didn’t talk much, we laughed a lot, a whole lot and I love how he taught me new things, like “hey mom, you want to dip after I finish my tea?” I was like “dip what?” He laughed and said “this is a common phrase you know” “No, I don’t know” “I thought maybe you were talking about Tabaco or jumping in pool or something” He explained to me, it means to leave. You know like real quick like. The word I know for that would be let’s split, but the kids these days say let’s dip. So he taught me that and I taught him about my hipsta app and I was shaking it all up and he was so confused about all that. Each filter he hated and with each picture he would say, “mom you are lowering my self-esteem with each picture you take” Then we would laugh so hard! The date came to an end and I know my request was unreasonable but I had to ask it anyway. I asked him to promise me these things, to be good, to stay alive and stay golden” He said he couldn’t promise any of it. He also said he didn’t even know what I meant when I said to stay golden. I later texted him to tell him, he will always have a good heart so that good part is covered.