I had forgotten how much I love having both my boys around. My oldest has been away across town all year at the University. It was a bittersweet thing for me watching how the well adjusted young man had gotten to the point where he did not need me watching over him. You want that for your kids and then when they actually become who you want them to be you feel a little sad that they don't need you anymore. Ironic, isn't it?
Tonight I have both my boys hanging out at my place. It is my night with them! They are mellow tonight and not even bickering like brothers. Perhaps even they are glad to be together for the moment.
The thing that really messed with my head was listening to my boys talk. It wasn't what they said. As I said, they were getting along. It was when I was exercising my parental prerogative of eavesdropping that I hit a snag. I couldn't tell my eighteen year old's voice from my fourteen year old's voice. How did that happen? These are my kids that just started school. I remember when they were kindergarteners trying to find out which colors when with which number. Now both are sounding like men.
Maybe I am feeling all of my 44 years today. Maybe they are growing up too fast for me. Or just maybe everything is how it should be and I should be glad I have two amazing young men who will be better than the generation before them.
