As a mom, I lack patience. I want to know how their days were. Who said what? Anything fun? How was the test? What did you eat for lunch? Who’d you play with at recess? Did you make a new friend? Who did you talk to at…
Maybe after all these years of saying I was meant to have boys – and being happy about it – I really needed chatty girls who tell mom all.
But I am trying. During the ride home from school with my teenage boy, I am limiting myself to a quick “good day?”
And in this quieter approach, I am starting to hear more. His first high school friend has two younger siblings, and he wouldn’t want to be an only child.
That was all I got Week One through Five.
Then yesterday, my son offered that his new friend “doesn’t know anything about Social Studies. Not even who the bad guys were in World War II. Or World I, but I guess that’s okay, because that’s more complicated.”
Apparently, the kid is good at math.
“He didn’t even have Social Studies in elementary school, the teachers were so bad. So, he couldn’t catch up in middle school. And now…”
“I’ve made it my mission to teach him everything I know about Social Studies by the end of the year.”
I grinned. “And how does he feel about that?”
“Great!” as if every fourteen year old boy is eagerly waiting for his friends to teach him world history in the lunchroom.
It sounds like the start of a beautiful friendship.