I talked to Kidlet for over an hour today. We were both taking long walks, on our respective sides of the country, while talking over the phone about our current lives and our past, various relationships and friendships we’ve had over the years. We talked about religion and politics and food and memories and finances.
So many different times throughout the conversation I was amazed by his maturity, and how articulate he is. He’s always been well spoken but the breaks between our conversations make it more noticeable. He will always be my Kidlet, but he’s not a kid anymore.
Our relationship has changed drastically. Not in bad ways at all. I no longer need to offer advice the way I once tried to, but he still calls just so he can hear me on the other end of the line. We are still as close as we always were, but in a totally different way. In some ways I think we are even closer.
Hours spent walking with a restless infant in my arms are now replaced by hours walking and talking on the phone. The 18 years in between seem like a blur.