
I like that.
He had a wry sense of humor. At age two, recovering from tonsil surgery, he said "Am I going to have to eat jello for the rest of my life?"

We chat about domestic problems, shopping, renovations (what color to paint things), his guitars, my ballet slippers, music that I use and music that he's fallen in love with. Lately we joke/rant a bit about growing older -- me showing how I handle it courageously, him having to handle it because he's an actor.
There are endless conversations about what his famous actor-singer Dad is doing and how success works for Dad but doesn't work for him. We share, sometimes uncomfortably -- facts of life -- realities.

So as he progresses -- changes, looks ahead or looks back -- his mom can nod, recall, reflect on his life with him without interrupting, distracting, overly influencing where he's heading.
I like that. I am still the woman in this photo.
Yes, I'm a reference book -- a book of knowledge about his life -- what he is, and did, and does, and reached and still reaches for. I can't tell him what to do, but I remind him of what's important to him, to us.
4 comments:
What a nice post, and what a lovely picture.
What a beautiful relationship you have with your son.
You are a great mom and sound like a a wonder MIL too :) I have two great grands now. Glad to be alive and healthy enough to enjoy it
What a wonderful, loving, caring, admiring relationship you share with JD. One more BRAVA for my darling Em!
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