For over a year I have been praying…begging and pleading..for my seventeen year old son to get off the video games….that he plays for 6-8 hours a day. To go be with friends. To just get out and do something. To LIVE LIFE outside of the little electronic box he calls a computer and I call a life sucker.
About a month ago he did.
He now goes out with his friends. He even has a girlfriend. Like a real girlfriend (more on this another day). He is living life.
And I never see him.
A few nights ago, he picked up his ten-year old sister from gymnastics and brought her home. When he walked in the door…to quickly grab something…just to rush back out… I set a plate of dinner down for him.
And he hegm haws and pouts. “Mom…my friends are waiting for me. I didn’t know you made me dinner”. Which, of course, is ridiculous. I make dinner for him- the whole family- every night…which he knows cause I leave him a note, or text him, about his left overs…every night. That usually gets fed to the dog.
“Son…sit and eat with your family tonight”. This was not a request.
He sighs…sits and shovels food so fast into his mouth… that I can’t help but to rehearse the CPR stuff I learned over and over in my head until the last crumb was consumed…about two minutes total.
“Bye mom. Love you”. Quick kiss on the cheek and….gone.
Four and a half minutes was the total time he was home.
I got four and a half minutes with my son that night. He doesn’t get home until after I am in bed…cause you see…I have other brats that get up way too dang early.
So I now sit back in my chair, every night…sip my wine…and try to give myself a pep talk.
At least he isn’t on his video games anymore…right?
Oh hell….my luck… is he is at his friends house…playing games THERE.
Refill my glass please.