I am killing time before my son takes me to lunch.
And by take me I mean I pick him up at his work and pay.
But still, he does want to luncheon with his Mother and I have to give him points for that.
I was thinking about the difference between my son's and daughter's relationship with me the other day. My son is 11 years older than my daughter so I basically raised them at two entirely different times in my life.
My son and I have the same sense of humor, enjoy the same types of music and totally understand each other. When he was in high school he was proud of me and encouraged me to hang out with his friends when they were over. I was the "cool mom".
My daughter is embarrassed by the fact I even exist.
My son used to get out of the car at drop off at school, kiss me good bye and went on his merry way.
My daughter gives me an eye roll and a glare when I tell her to have a nice day.
My son never had secrets and I knew much more than I really wanted to know.
My daughter gossips on the phone with her friends behind closed doors in whispers.
My son always want to know what I think about every problem.
My daughter won't even tell me there IS a problem unless teacher phone calls or blood is involved.
Where ever I was going, my son wanted to be included.
My daughter gets on the phone within seconds to find an alternate to going to the store with Mom.