The abnormal Monday

Just a Monday…you know that day when the work week starts, the weekend ends and it mostly is just – suck!  Yeah, the 9-5 job wasn’t the greatest, but I do have some great colleagues that make the day just better when they are around.  But I also knew all day that Leroy was heading to record after his classes at ISU.  Record…my son records music. Now, not my favorite music, nor do I even understand some of his lyrics.  He loves to rap and is finding his own style of rap/singing.  And even though some of his music is a lil “racey” (Ok, so I used the word of a 70 year old woman, whatever).  It is his passion and I love it. I love that he has found his outlet to talk about things he is going through, things he is thinking, and is able to use creativity to find joy again after the grief of losing his grandma, who was not just my best friend, but his best friend and biggest fan also.  It is hard when a 15 year old loses that one person they told every thing to and it happened just the year before they start high school.  I know I made it even harder not being able to be the strong one for him.  By the grace of God, and I think a little bit of my momma’s coaching from sidelines, he has found his niche in music.  Anyway, he is home tonight.  I would love to say to see me.  But he is a teenager and his life is around his friends one of which he is going to visit tonight as he arrives home from Oregon.  This used to bother me until my therapist reminded me…..”they are teenagers.  If they still needed you as much as when they were young and still want to sit by your side, that would be reason to worry.  It is normal child development and they are right on target.  Their life is supposed to be friends right now” (or something close to that).  But Yippee, my kids avoid me and sit in their rooms face timing, social mediaing, watching netflix.  But they are normal!  And I did something right, yippee!! hahaha!  And now here comes the kicker…the whole reason for this blog tonight.  An even greater sign that Yippee, I did something right.  When Roy came in – we chatted a bit and then he went upstairs to Ruthie’s room (the 13 year old). Those 2 fight like cats and dogs.  I mean to the point that if I had to leave them home alone I told them to not go around each other bc I knew one would piss off the other one and all hell would break loose. And honestly, I am not sure which would win.  BUT! Tonight…tonight, Roy asked Ruthie how school was.  What her favorite classes were.  How she was doing.  Holy freaking crap! They had a real conversation.  I didn’t dare run up and hug them both like I really, really wanted to.  I just sat on the couch and listened with  my heart smiling.  Maybe this whole growing up thing/raising kids thing will work out after all.