So I think, last night we finally found our equilibrium hehehe Kuya Rod and I end up sleeping late talking about books, etc. like before. We started with K. Hosseini's "And the Mountains Echoed" and it's mini-story at the beginning. When I told him it made me cry, he said he only found it sad and snorted when he said it did not make him cry.
He then asked me about all the other books I read and I told him there's far too many to remember every single one of them. Then I recounted being pregnant with him and reading Dumbledor die and crying the whole night after (hormones talking). That's when he doubled-down laughing and said it made him laugh instead. I was shocked! Such an unfeeling human I am raising! (exaggeration here).
I think we're in that phase now where he's saying things to shock me and to gauge my reaction, testing the waters. That and trying to appear less emotional over something. Either that or it is already testosterone coming into play. Sans a mother for two years, he's lost touch of being atuned to his feelings (Again an exagge. Of course, it is never about me. It is his own journey)
My son is indeed well on his way to being a teen. We'll be marking another milestone soon like we did when he turned 7. I'm just grateful to be a part of it again. £raisingason £conurturingateenageson £motherhood £beinghome £beingthere £bliss
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