In January, my oldest son and I co-launched a blog.
An excerpt from the intro:
“Mom is not young and thinks she knows everything. Son is not old and thinks he knows everything. Neither reach common ground too often. Yet writing is something they are both motivated by.”
He’s 11 and already feels suppressed by pointless things like attending school and living in a house with his parents and siblings. (Insert dramatic eye roll here.)
You can imagine my surprise when one day out of the blue he said, “Mom… Maybe we could do a blog together.”
That’s all it took to get my wheels spinning on how we could bond over our blog. I imagined the two of us coming up with point/counterpoint arguments on topics we were both interested in. I smiled at the thought of having a way to stay connected to him without him ever realizing my ulterior motive. I dreamed of a day when he was all grown up, fondly looking back on all of the memories we captured together.
Topics came easily and led to riveting online discussions:
Only four months and seven posts later, he surprised me again by saying, “Mom. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
I resisted like a girlfriend being dumped. Oh, you better believe I didn’t go down without a fight. I tried to compromise, develop a new plan of attack, and even guilt him into reconsidering.
But that boy is stubborn… just like his dad. Technically, I might be equally to blame for that part of his personality.
He wasn’t budging. He was OVER the bonding.
He not-so-tactfully expressed his final farewell in The Catchiest, Coolest Song Ever Is… when he ended by declaring, “I don’t even care.”
Well, it could have been worse. He was, of course, talking about his feelings towards the blog – not about his dear ol’ mom.
I’m guessing he’ll still like me for another four months or so.
Heidi Woodard is married with three children. Read her Thursdays on momaha.com
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