Son #1 is seventeen and I get him every other year for Christmas. This means that this year will be his last before he's a college student and then off to become his own man.
This makes me a bit sad; although I'm happy he is here this Christmas. We have new memories to create; new house, new tree, new everything. I'll need him to make this house a home, and I'm thankful he is such a cool kid. He is into hip music -- plays as well as listens; he is into upper level literature and upper level math. This kid will go far, I have no doubts, in spite of his part-time mother.
That's the only thing that has sucked about life since the divorce -- I get my kid part-time. He has grown up away from me and I have been relegated to being the "texting" mom or the "facebook" mom. Without those two things I wouldn't know him very well. OK. End of Pity Party, Delani...it's not very becoming.
I wouldn't go back and change anything about life -- I'm very happily married now and am very happily divorced; except I'd like to see Son #1 a bit more before he flies the coop.
I'll just patiently waits until he texts me with his ETA, and try not to focus on this being the LAST holiday season I'm guaranteed a visit. He will always need his mommy, won't he?
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