Why is it so easy to bug my kids?
Sometimes it’s funny to bug my kids and I love it, but then there are times when I’m truly being serious and trying to take an interest in my children’s lives, only to have it backfire.
Yesterday, for the first time in days, Stuart actually managed to find some time out of his day and sat with me for a while talking.
He’s been single for the last little while, working long, hard hours on the farm; buying and working on a ‘fixer-upper’ new car in the repair bay he rents with his friends; and the rest of the time catching up on his hard-earned sleep.
Because we see so little of him lately, we know nothing about how he’s doing in his personal life. That can be a problem if he doesn’t volunteer updates because he takes his privacy very seriously and hates getting the ‘third degree’ from his old Mom and Dad.
It was more than I could stand yesterday, and I finally uttered, “So, are you seeing anyone?”
Stu’s response was immediate, “Mo-om-m! Every time we talk, you ask me these questions!”
“No, I don’t. As a matter of fact I pretty much ignore you unless you want to volunteer information. But, I’ll tell you what, since you’re accusing me of it, I can easily make it true.”
There was a lengthy pause where neither one of us said anything.
Suddenly, I looked at Stu (while trying to hide my grin) and said, “So Stu, are you seeing anyone?”
I got a faint grin back in response.
I think I managed to ask the same question a dozen times before I’d finally had enough myself and stopped, but I do think I made my point.