Mom knows best…right?

      Sometimes.

      It has become apparent to me that my son and I sometimes have different ideas of what is really important.  While he has remained quietly accepting of the fact that his mom works long hours lately, his patience is wearing thin.

      Given the choice between having a little extra income or having mom at home more often…he has chosen mom. Because I value his needs and opinions, I can’t really say that his choice doesn’t make me smile.

     Because this is important to him, I’ve decided to cut back on the overtime at work in order to spend more time here at home. We will miss the extra income, but I can’t help but be reminded that money doesn’t buy happiness….not even in teen boys.

     Tonight, we have a ‘date’ of sorts.

     Because it is a weeknight, our plans are small. We will indulge ourselves by having a take-out meal followed by some relaxing time together on the couch. Conversation will encompass anything that catches our fancy.  Nobody will have to do dishes or clean the house…this is OUR time….no chores allowed.

     In the grand scheme of things, this might not seem important to anyone outside the family. That’s okay. This isn’t about what is important to others…its about what is important to him.

       Working, paying bills, cleaning house…these are all important to me. But I am a mom first. All of those things pale in comparison to that responsibility. I’m blessed to have this kid in my life and he is one of only two reasons that any of the other things are worthwhile. His sister is grown and making her way in the world, but he is still here with me. Time passes quickly when it comes to growing kids, and I can’t pass up the opportunity to relax and enjoy what time we have left.

     So, if you need me tonite, I’m busy. I’ve got a ‘date’ with someone very special, you see.

    He is important to me….and I am important to him.

    Everything else is gravy.

arkmomy