Thursday, March 17, 2016
SLICE OF LIFE- #17
Son #1 is just getting out of his car. I have not seen him much recently-- he works from 3 - 12 every night and I am usually in bed when he comes in. Today is his day off. I hope for dinner together. Maybe I can even con him into watching a little television, instead of retreating to his room, like he does so regularly lately.
We walk into the house together and I comment on the license plates on his"new-to-him" car. He tells me they were $166. Pretty much half his salary for the week.
I ask if he wants dinner. "I have ground beef thawed," I say. "I could make hamburgers, or spaghetti," I say.
"I'm going to the movies," he says.
I am surprised. This has been a hard, hard year for my son, and aside from work, he hardly ever goes anywhere. Mostly he stays in his room, listening to music or playing video games. If he does go anywhere, it's usually with his brother, and usually to pursue habits that I consider less than acceptable.
"You are?" I say. "With who?"
"A girl from work. T---," he says.
"Really? That's great Zay," I say, fighting to stay casual. "What are you going to see?"
He names a movie I have never heard of. "At Northfield?" I say.
"So tell me about T. How old is she?"
"I don't know." He is a little irritable. "I'll find out that stuff tonight."
He goes to his bedroom and shuts the door. I wait a few minutes then knock. "Do you want a hamburger before you go?"
He does, and I hurriedly cook a burger that he wraps in a paper towel and carries out the door.
"Have fun," I say. "Be careful. I love you"
And then he is gone.
And I am so glad, after a year of broken dreams, and a bi-polar diagnosis, and two hospital stays, and struggles with addiction, and endless days at a low-paying, menial job, that he is finally going out to do something fun.
Have a great time, my sweet guy. Have a great time.