This is a Really Real Parenting Post.
The Kidlet is all grown up.
This was his first visit home after 11 months gone and it was such a different sort of way to spend a week under the same roof.
Such a different sort of way to relate to each other.
Such a different sort of way to talk with each other.
But while so much has changed, nothing has.
He walked in and opened the fridge, asked if there was anything he couldn’t have, then grabbed what he wanted.
He still climbed in bed beside me and cuddled and talked.
He still sat on the floor in front of me while I brushed his hair.
He still picked on me endlessly, this time ganging up on me with his girlfriend and Wonder Woman while I jokingly fought back against the onslaught.
I was so afraid, in the days leading up to this visit, that we’d spend the time fighting, like we did before he left. So afraid that we’d fall back into the old dynamic. That I wouldn’t know how to relate to my son as an adult that lives on his own and runs his own life. How would I go about making the switch with him under this roof again. Would we be right at each others throats in an instant.
And instead we’ve spent the time enjoying being with each other.
It’s a different sort of relationship.
I’m so proud of who he is and I can finally see, first hand, in person, how much the way I raised him shaped him into the man he’s become. I can finally say I’m proud of the job I did. Most people were completely against how I raised him, homeschooling when I could barely keep a roof over our heads, not following a curriculum, not punishing him, and just walking away from almost all of the traditional parenting methods. But I now see that, for him, it was what worked. He’s an amazing human and I’m proud of myself for doing what I knew was right.
I’m happy to see him, enjoying the time I’m spending with him, but tomorrow morning I don’t think it will be as hard as I thought it would be to watch him go. He’s just a flight away, and while I’ll look forward to the next trip, in the meantime I’m looking forward to having my routine back, and he’s looking forward to his.
He’s done what we all hope our kids do. He spread his wings.
And he’s doing better than any of his parent did.
I’m so fucking proud of my kid.