The boy turns 15 on Friday and looking back makes me a little sad. I am proud of the young man he is, but I miss the little boy he was. He was such a cute kid and we used to have a ball together.
He used to be happy with every little thing I gave him. Now he takes it as his due and wonders why he doesn't get more. I guess that is my fault, I did spoil him rotten when he was a kid. It was hard not to, he was just that cute.
It was also hard to avoid, since the boys father was such an asshole back then. He would call and tell they boy he was coming and then just not show up. You want to see pitiful? Watch a 5 year old sitting on the front porch with his backpack, waiting for his father who is not coming.
I would say, "Hey lets go to the mall and get a new toy." He would worry that he would miss his father. (Asshole) "We will leave him a note." I remember that like it was yesterday.
Luckily his father was shot in the head and from the pod came a new father. Ok, that didn't happen, but it was sort of like that. He seems to be making up for lost time. He even bought the boy a ticket to go see Motley Crue for his birthday. He goes to all his Hockey games and is taking more of an interest in what the boy does.
So the boy forgets the asshole he was, and at the same time forgets everything I have ever done for him. But I guess that is a mother's lot in life, we get no respect or gratitude till we are dead.
Can't come soon enough for me.