Because, seriously, being a mom is heartbreaking.It's not the work, or the asshole comments that kids make (and they make a ton of them). It's not the wretched table manners or constant interrupting. All that's sort of part of the package deal -- take the good with the bad. What's heartbreaking is that these quite-literally-pieces of you grow up. And every year that they grow older, if you've done your job well, they need you less and less.
If The Monkey's birthday is any indication of what his teenaged years will be like, he'll be OK. There will be way more asshole comments, but there will be plenty of moments of pure "Oh my God! He is such a good person."
Of course, now that he's a teenager, he's holed up in his room completely ignoring the rest of the world. As long as he doesn't get all Emo, and comes out every now-and-again for food and bathing, I'm OK with that. It's the natural of order of things. While he's being teenaged, I'm editing photos from my trips to Alabama.
Here, have some love:
|This store is growing a tree. Inside of it.|
|REALLY artsy downtown Opp, AL. Believe it or not, people DO live in this town.|
|Opp, AL. Entering downtown|
|This is Alabama for you.|
|Ooo... artsy train lights.|
|Ooo... more artsy train station stuff|
|Dowtown Opp, AL after 5 PM. The whole place shuts down at 5. I'm not kidding.|
|This was the height of high tech and the next town over from Opp.|