it's lonely when all your friends jump off the bridge . . .

My daughter is texting me with vast quantities of wedding questions because she is bored in her Shakespeare class. (How is that POSSIBLE???? Is she not her mother's child? I LOVE Shakepeare!) Anyway, she is getting on my nerves, so I am going to blog about her.

The age-old question parents ask: "Why did you DO that???" To which the child replies: "I dunno. But everybody else was." Parental wisdom: "If all your friends jumped off a bridge, would you?"

The answer is yes. For both my children. But for different reasons. Neither of my kids are followers, neither would jump just because everybody else did, but boy are they both competitive!!!! (Where do they get this???)

For the purposes of the following comparison, we will assume here that bridge-jumping is not fatal, but merely stupid.

Here's how Kacey would jump: Everybody else has decided to jump. She runs to be the first in line, because she will not be outdone. She runs to make an instant jump - except . . . she is afraid of heights. Now she is standing on the edge of the bridge having second thoughts, as everyone else pushes by her and jumps, but doggone it, she has already decided to jump and she WILL NOT change her mind. After much internal debate and determination, and more than just a few tears, she jumps - not because anybody else did or didn't, but because she decided to, and for Kacey, making the decision is biggest battle. (This is my theory as to why she waited so long to go out with Nathan and why she said "yes" so quickly. She knows that once she makes up her mind, that's it, no matter what.)

Here's how Kevin would jump: He will stand at the bottom of the bridge and watch everyone else jump. He will critique their styles and methods, heckle them as they fall, and think through all the pros and cons of bridge-jumping. After everyone else has jumped and gone away, he will assemble the needed supplies and fortitude, climb the bridge and jump - with no one else watching. Then, of course, he will brag about how much better he did it than everyone else with no way to prove himself. (This is pretty much how he has done everything else in his life from potty-training to swimming to tying his shoes to reading to . . . you name it!)

I just read this post to Kevin and he laughed hysterically all the way through it. He knows it is so true!

waxing rhapsodic

I love my baby boy. Adore. After giving it some thought since yesterday, I MIGHT adopt the "Love You Forever" ideology and strap a ladder to the top of my car so I can climb into Kevin's dorm room and cuddle him in his sleep. (Of course, this won't happen until he turns 18 or until I decide to let him leave home, whichever comes first!)

So, he has a "girlfriend". They are "going out". Now, what this means is they decided they each think the other one is cute. I have to admit, the whole situation is cute. I also have to admit, I'm enjoying posting this because his sister doesn't know about "the girlfriend" and she is generally the first one to know such things! (Ha, Kacey - that's what you get for being out of the country!) I'm not going to post the girlfriend's name, as I want his sister to call and find out!

All that to say this: He is growing up. I miss when he was little. I miss when he was 3 and I would say, "Kevin, come whisper sweet things in mommy's ear" and he would crawl into my lap and whisper in my ear, "Fweet things, Mommy." I miss when he called the utility room the "Titilly" and when caterpillars were still "calepittars". I miss him sleeping in our bed. But Thursday night, I got to relive just a bit of it. After we watched "Lost" together, he got his iPod, sat on my lap, stuck his green jelly earbuds in my ears, and spent 45 minutes playing songs for me he thought I would like - sitting in my lap the whole time. I enjoyed singing out loud with the earbuds, because they make me sound GREAT in my own head! At the end of our 45 minutes, I made him put in the earbuds and I selected Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue" (a favorite of this former clarinet player), and I scratched his back while he got a new lesson in music appreciation. All in all, not a bad way to spend 3/4 of an hour.

Lest you think it was all sweet and heartfelt, Kevin did make note: "Mom, just because you sound great in your own head when you sing out loud, doesn't mean you REALLY sound that great." Teenagers. Gotta love 'em.

Wal-Mart Haiku

Shopping cart is full

Twenty-eight check-out lanes tease

Only six ever open

the lovely girls of delta xi and one handsome devil

My daughter's club is currently pledging, and I have become the recipient of some pledge duties this week. Pledge Ariel has become Kacey's "My Mom has a Cell Phone" pledge. Ariel has had to call me several times to tell me I'm beautiful and to ask me random personal questions. (What is your job like? How many times have you moved? Why is Kacey jealous of your cell phone? That sort of thing.) Pledge Katie called today and asked to speak with Kevin - she had several questions to ask him regarding numbers (his age, his favorite number, etc.). Pledge Kayce called to introduce herself as my daughter's "Little Sister" (Does that make me her honorary mother? I hope they don't start sending me tuition bills.) They have all called with instructions from my daughter to tell me one fact:

MY SON IS A HANDSOME DEVIL.

Well, I think so, and apparently so does his sister. The photos, I think, speak for themselves . . .