My middle son, “Joe”, will be 16 this month. Joe doesn’t have middle child syndrome though. He has oldest child, youngest child and all of the above. Most of all he has the biggest heart and deepest thought of any 16 year old boy that I have come across. And he loves me.
What 16 year old would pose with their mom and smile?
We have an awesome relationship. In fact, I have a great relationship with all of my kids even though they have chores, have to pay for their own phones, have to clean their room and grab me a Diet Coke “while they’re up”. I think being a single parent is extremely tough because I am both the nice guy and the bad guy, but clearly my situation works for us.
The other night J told me that he was writing a paper about me in his English class. The first thing I said was “Is it nice?” It’s a valid question. Especially since he had just spent one week grounded from the beloved Xbox they got for Christmas!!
He said it was so I asked him what it was about. (I can’t even write about this without crying…) He said “we have to write an essay about something that we have and didn’t buy. Something that means something to us.” Seriously y’all. Something we have and didn’t buy. As an adult that question would take me some time answer, you know?
And then he told me that they had to write three supporting topics about why that something means something to them and Joe chose support, teach and provide. I asked him to tell me more and he said because I have always supported him in everything in his life; his sports, school… everything. I teach him about life. Money. Everything. And finally that I provide for him; house, pay for his sports, food…
Out of all of my mom moments in his life I have to say that I was most proud in the moment he said support, teach and provide.
I will forever remember where I was standing, what I was doing and probably what he was wearing for the rest of my life. Just like I will remember the moment he was born, his first step, his first day of high school, his first time behind the wheel, and the moment when I really felt like he loved me.