The day Chad turned 13, our world changed. Our house changed. My sanity changed! I remember him walking into the house after school and the attitude! I thought . . where is my sweet boy? I often mentioned it on the blog and almost everyone who had children who had grown into adults told me “The sweet boy will be back but it will be many years!” For at least 6 years, I often looked at him when he was being quiet (sleeping!) and wondered how one little human had gone from being such a sweet, helpful, considerate child to the obnoxious, mouthy person now living in our house.
Sure enough . . he grew up and changed and now, for the most part, I can see that sweet little boy I once knew.
Addie just turned 9. We got to the game Saturday and had to walk forever to get to the visitors’ seating area. It was funny that our first football game at the Webb City stadium and we were sitting on the visitor side cheering for the visiting team, wearing my visiting team T-shirt! 🙂
Anyway, the previous game hadn’t ended and all of Addie’s little group of cheerleaders were standing over by a tree near the sidewalk and they were chatting. Honestly, so many of them look the same and I was having a hard time picking Addie out of the crowd. Vince said “She’s the one with her back to us.” As we walked by, she turned to look, as she had probably done when anyone passed. I’m telling you . . she looked us right in the eye and pretended she had never seen either of us. No “Hello!” No wave. No smile. She turned right back to what she was doing. Vince grabbed my shoulder and said “Did we just see what I think we saw? She totally ignored us!”
I said . . I knew this would happen some day but I didn’t expect to happen this soon. Vince said “We just moved from Texas to Missouri for THIS?” We both laughed. My feelings weren’t even hurt but I did think it was kinda rude on her part.
After the game they came by here. I knew she was going to ask to spend the night but it was Saturday night and she had to be home by Sunday evening. I also knew that since Chad had spent the entire day running around doing Addie stuff, he probably had things he needed to get done on Sunday so I’d be the one driving Addie home.
As expected, they hadn’t been here long when Addie said, in front of all of us, “Can I spend the night here?” I said “Wait . . the one who wouldn’t waive or smile or say hello to me wants to spend the night at my house??” She kinda smirked and Chad told her no . . she had chores to get done at home and she couldn’t stay because she could only stay one night so that wasn’t a good night to stay.”
I’m not even going to say anything to her about it . . it’s part of being a kid and my part of being a granny is letting her grow up and part of that is probably not wanting to be seen with granny.