Once apon a time, when my son was my only, we were close. Every day was play time. He told me secrets and would sit with me and watch movies. Each year he gets, another year older, as children do, he that bond slips a little further away.
This year as my youngest once again prepares to go off to the Daddy-Daughter Dance, I asked my 12 year old son if he would like to escort me to the Mother-Son Dance. He did not answer, but his silence spoke volumes. What I learned is he loves me, but we are not 'those' people.
"So, what would you like to do?" I asked.
"I don't know" he said, with a shrug.
"Okay", I replied, and walked away a little more deflated. I was down but not out.
I decided that I would plan a Mother-Son night out that he would not die of embarassment from and would not leave him scarred for life (well I hoped).
I gave him 3 dining options including a fast food, a not so fast food, and a Chinese buffet. big surprise he took the buffet, he loves Chinese food and he loves to eat.
Next I gave him the choice of a movie or the 4 Winds arcade (that they affectionately call the kiddy casino), I should have know he would pick that.
It's a date, finally, penned into my calendar. We will have some time to chat over crab rangoons and sweet and sour chicken, then we will get some play time in. A few last minutes to bond, as he becomes another year older. I expect the food to be buffet food, the games to be expensive, and the memory to hold me over until we can sneak away again.