Interacting With A Teenager
My son told me he wanted to go to the boxing gym with me. We had gone about 5 years ago, before either of us could get hurt; him because his opponents were as small as he was, me because I wasn’t gonna get in the ring.
I love the workout, even though my wife thinks I’m a little old to be doing this sort of thing, but, here’s the rub:
Now that he drives, our best quality time together, when I gave him rides, is gone. When he comes up to the house (he mostly stays with his mom, because she lives in town where his friends are and I’m out in the boonies) he likes to veg in his room; not really interact, maybe a few minutes, but that’s it.
I miss him. I miss all the time we used to spend together. I know this is how it goes, I even wrote a song about it, Love Is Knowing You. So, I’m letting go the best I can, AND I miss him.
So, I’m going boxing. In fact, we went once already and I’m not hurting too bad today. We go again tomorrow. Besides taking the boxing class together, we get something to eat, he catches me up on his life AND I’m gonna be in great shape. What could be bad about that.