...for a different kind of girl

silent surburban girl releasing her voice, not yet knowing what all she wants to say about her life and the things that make it spin. do you have to be 18 to be here? you'll know when i know.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

half-baked

my oldest son recently turned nine. an acquaintence, eyeing the photographs we had done to mark the event, remarked that he appears 'good and half-baked.'

for a moment, i wondered who is the dealer in my son's fourth grade class, and is that what he's doing up in his room by himself with the door closed, listening to 'kidz bop 10' (yeah, i love the use of 'z,' in place of the 's', too. it's so very urban...). the last time i heard the phrase 'half-baked,' i was in high school, urging my crush to put down the bong while AC/DC's "back in black" roared in the background. a well ingrained fear of my parent's disappointment in me should i turn out 'bad' made me the 'good girl' who hung with the high school stoners of my day. i was so 'claire' to my crush's 'john bender.'

yeah....lame. and who am i kidding. i was so the epitome of allison, the alley sheedy character - minus the dandruff - it's scary. almost as scary as the fact i know the name of that breakfast club character.

before i could recall the lyrics to the classic tune 'givin' the dog a bone' from the above mentioned album, the acquaintence, noticing my blurry confusion, informed me that my son, at nine years of age and now half-baked, is officially at the halfway mark of escaping my clutches.

impossible. i just brought this child home with me. then i realize in the blur of his first haircut, new school years, lost teeth, the disappearance of the baby dimples on the back of his hands, a near religious love of 'star wars' and encouragement to pick up and try again, this chubby baby has turned into a lanky young man.

he won't admit to needing my help now. in nine more years, that really comes to an end.

we have this habit, my son and i. every morning, as he walks down the street toward the school bus, he turns around after every fifth step and waves goodbye to me. sometimes it's barely three steps. we started this routine on the first week of kindergarten and it continues to this day. yes, there are days this habit grates at me and my waves are really just hand signals urging him to go on.

but i'll miss it. and now i'm very cognizent of the fact that it will be over before i want it to be, and i have to figure out a way to slow down the baking process. if for only just a bit.

that, and well, give him some kind of appreciation for "back in black" that doesn't involve him begging some high school crush to pass it to him, already...

4 Comments:

Blogger Cherrie said...

Just to let you know where I am in this process, my daughters are 23 and 21. The older one is a graduate student, the younger one will graduate from undergrad in May 2007 (Hallelujah!).

They still live at home, at least when the younger one is not at school.

Real estate prices being what they are, don't bet you'll lose yours when he is 18. Of course, there are minuses as well as pluses associated with that, like how you deal with his sexual activity when you are trying to enjoy yours . . .

Sunday, September 17, 2006 2:51:00 PM  
Blogger Finished Last said...

My oldest is just approaching "full baked" status. Surely this can't be true because I am amost positive that yesterday she was 6. But when I see the beautiful, confident if not somewhat exasperating youn woman she is I can't help smiling.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006 11:51:00 AM  
Blogger Andie said...

Doesnt it just break your heart how quickly they grow up? My daughter is 3 and my son 12. I swear I dont have a clue how the hell that happened. In the midst of all the temper tantrums, rolled eyes, messy rooms, endless reminders to brush your teeth and take a bath for God's sake, 6 am wake up calls, and general chaos, I do stop every now and then to wonder what in the world I will do with myself when this job is finished. I guess that's why God made grandmas....all of the fun with none of the hassle...LOL!

Friday, September 22, 2006 12:55:00 PM  
Blogger 1blueshi1 said...

going back to the beginning here--I remember watching The Breakfast Club for the first time with my high school boyfriend and my best friend and both of them IMMEDIATELY identifying me with Ally's character...gah. Must try harder to be normal (fails).

Monday, December 03, 2007 9:06:00 PM  

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