It has been a trying week. A broken car, a rental car, travel to see a teen for a language evaluation who just didn’t want me there and a school team who didn’t know if they could trust me, baseball’s resumption, and, hardest by far, the empending rehoming our dog of almost 10 years. Mythankfulboy has had to be not only self-sufficient, but has had to take care of the dog and minor things around the house. He has been a trooper. He has been a rockstar.
He called me mid-week to tell me that there would be baseball workouts starting next week 3 mornings a week before school at 6:15. He said he’d figure out how to get there. I told him he didn’t have to figure it out because I would take him. Of course I would take him.
When I got home, I asked him why on earth he thought I wouldn’t get him to these morning workouts. He said he just couldn’t see how I could pull that off with all that I already do, and with my sleep issues. I was absolutely caught between the sweetness of his worrying about me/determination to be independent and the weirdness that he thought I would actually say no to something so important to him. When do I ever say no?
Well, there was the time he asked me to start dating so he could have a cool guy around, but that was a little different.
Since that discussion of how he would get to workouts, we have lined up a carpool, and it will all happen. Last night I crawled into bed not long after we got home from a baseball scrimmage and dinner, and he sat in my desk chair and I quizzed him for his first high school test (social studies). I realized after a few minutes that he knew the material well, and asked him if he felt prepared. He said, “Oh, yeah. I just thought you didn’t think I was prepared.” I will have to keep an eye on this new way he’s looking at me. I wonder if it is related to our crazy week, or just part of the development of a human. I’ll keep you posted.
At the chalice lighting he was thankful for pens. He said that they were better than pencils because pencils have to be sharpened (true) and get sweaty (news to me). I said I was thankful for our mechanic, for the rental car, and for the people who will give our pup a good home this Saturday. He sat down on the floor and rubbed the dog’s belly, then called him to the door to let him out and back in before he went to bed. My 14-year-old may not want to grow up, but he’s doing a really nice job of it anyway.