AA= Aaron’s Angst

AA = Aaron’s Angst

As the moving van was pulling out from our now empty house, Aaron said to me, “I don’t know why we have to wait another day and a half to leave for Nova Scotia. Why can’t we just start driving now?” He was right. It was only 1:30 PM, the weather was beautiful, and the car was packed. 

So we left Deux Montagnes and headed East, to Coldbrook, Nova Scotia, my waiting husband, Dave, and our new home. The drive was incredibly easy. My GPS was set to the right address and we had summer driving conditions. After an overnight in Edmonston, New Brunswick we arrived in Coldbrook mid afternoon the next day. Aaron was very quiet during the drive. I thought it was just because he was bored with me; but I slowly started to realize that he had been very quiet these past three weeks as the move was looming. In fact, he was very slow to start packing his room and all his computer things.

Now we have been here for three days. The first couple of days Aaron set up his computer system and Dave occupied him with a couple of chores. And this morning Dave took him to visit his new school where he’ll start next week. He met all his new teachers and got his locker. He was back in the house at 9:30 and went directly downstairs to his “stuff”. Next thing I knew he was in bed. He really didn’t want to talk about it and I decided to not force the issue.

My baby is suffering and I feel powerless to help him. He already misses his house, his brothers, his friends and his school. And there are another five days before he formally starts in his new school…

Raising Sons

Raising Sons

In case you didn’t know it, I am the mother of three sons. I have been mothering for 25 years, and one would think that by now I’d have seen it all. I’m not sure what raising daughters would have been like; I had always wanted a daughter, but God chose to bless me with three sons. 

When they were younger life seemed a whole lot simpler. They collected bugs and all sorts of icky things. At one time we had a snake in an aquarium and dead baby mice in the freezer to feed it; another time I opened one boy’s night table drawer to see a huge collection of dead bugs, including some moth-looking cicadas. Did I recoil? Nope; I just figured it was part and parcel of raising sons. All three of them went through the phase of collecting knives along with a fascination for guns and gore.

But they’re guys, right? One day I just happened to look under the toilet tank cover. I have no idea why I decided to look there. I had never needed to look there before. But on the day that I decided to look, I found that someone had been very busy cutting out pictures from a Fredricks of Hollywood catalog. It had arrived in the mail, probably the result of someone’s putting my name on a mailing list. Well, I had put it in the recycling bin and thought that was the end of it. Obviously I was mistaken. I had underestimated the drive of a 12 year old boy.

Well those things were nothing compared to what older boys can get into. I forced my youngest son to add me as a friend on Facebook about a year ago. Because of this, I feel that I should not comment on his antics there or he’ll just unfriend me. So I keep my opinions to myself. At the end of the last school year he got an incredibly good report card. I was so proud of him and told him so. Next thing I saw that he had posted his status on Facebook as “….anally raped the report card”. Saywhat?? What does that mean?

Last evening I decided to treat myself to a glass of Bailey’s. The bottle that I had had only one drink from was just about empty. Huh? Do I have to hide my Bailey’s? Suck it up Mom, there are worse things than an empty bottle of Bailey’s. Really.

And just this morning while I was packing some things for my upcoming move, I took down a wall hanging from the spare bedroom. Well it’s the room where my older boys sleep when they come to my house. Can you imagine, I found a pack of condoms hidden behind the wall hanging! How long were they there? Which son had hidden them there?

Say nothing, Mom; you’re better off not knowing the details. Well, what would you do?