When I go running, I usually bump into someone I know. But yesterday when I went out, I was really surprised to run into someone I know quite well. My kid.
As it turned out, he had gotten up at the crack of dawn to go fishing. Aidan is a passionate fisherman. The only one in the house that really gets into it. So, I guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised to run into him on the canal yesterday.
By the time I showed up, he had already been there for hours. I knew he had to be hungry, so I offered him lunch out. An invitation that he accepted, of course. He is a teen after all.
It was 2.5 miles back to the car. Instead of running back, I walked with him. It’s been awhile since he and I had a chance to talk alone. We spent that 45 minutes talking about things that make him happy. Fishing and girls. Not necessarily in that order.
I learned a lot about rods and reels, how much weight a line can hold and what kind of fish were being caught in the area. And while this type of talk would normally have me glazed over, I was happy to be part of his world for that short period of time.
Between work and getting ready for school, he doesn’t have much time for me anymore. But that’s the way it’s supposed to be. Sigh.
Once we got to the car, we decided to swing by the house and pick up Michael. We figured he was probably hungry too and would love a meal out with just the three of us. Something else that doesn’t happen much anymore no matter how hard I try to make it happen. The older they get, the busier they are.
One of the benefits of eating out with my sons is that they order things that come with fries. I do not although I thoroughly enjoy them. I order waist friendly items like salads, grilled chicken and what I ordered yesterday, fish tacos which I only ate the filling out of. But the boys were nice enough to trade me a few fries for a tortilla. Such giving souls.
It doesn’t seem like much of an event, does it? A mom out to lunch with her two sons. But the older I get, the more I appreciate these times. They are becoming so scarce that I want to sear them into my mind so that I don’t forget them.
I can assure you that THEY won’t forget this particular lunch date. As we were munching away we were talking about current events and things that are popular.
Not wanting to be square, I asked them to explain twerking to me. I had heard that it was some type of dance move and all the kids were doing it.
With that question, my sons turned purple and nearly choked to death on their fries. Both of them shook their heads and said I really didn’t want or need to know which of course made me Google it on the spot. And this led to a Youtube video that proved to me that they were right.
I really didn’t need to know.
That’s another thing that I’m learning as I age. If there is a new trend that I haven’t heard of, it might be safe to assume I don’t need to know about it.
And in the case of twerking, that is entirely true.
Other than that, it was a wonderful time with my kids. Lots of laughter and a bit of blushing. Something we will remember and cherish for years to come.