Randy's blog on sharing chewing gum* started me thinking about the unexpected disappointments that arise in the life of a mom with teens.
I never expected that I would be so traumatized by my daughters' break ups with their boyfriends. They have both been very picky daters (thank goodness) and each has gone steady with a special fellow. The older, Mary had a steady relationship with Paul for three years.
The first time Mary broke up with Paul and I saw her so crushed and tearful, I broke into tears, too.
I like that boy, too. He always took time to help with my Greek language problems. Best of all he watched soccer and basketball with me.
Maybe I just misspoke. Best of all was seeing Mary and Paul together glowing with the fun and enjoyment of being together. And also Paul adored my Mary, how could he go wrong with me, the mom? No way.
I forgave him anything and everything, until finally; I realized that the process of making up and breaking up was some kind of relationship ritual between those two.
In three years this process recurred about 25 plus times. After that much practice I was pretty immune when eventually the final-absolute-complete-break-up happened. (So they tell me.)
The characteristic I don't miss about Paul was his incredible talent of leaving little bits of chewing gum (chewed chewing gum) sticking to the floors. Hence the reason Randy got me to thinking about this subject.
Such a good, well-groomed, polite boy.
Such a good boy with such an odd talent for leaving a trail of chewing gum inside and outside.
But how did he do that, I wonder?
All I can do is shrug and admit, I don't know.
Chewing gum: still a big mystery in a mom's universe.
This is not to be taken as a factual account/peoples' names have been changed into Biblical names in order to protect the mom.