Having your parents divorce while you’re starting to hit puberty can’t be easy. The kid’s had a rough time of it, the parents don’t have each other there for emotional backup as their oldest starts his teens, and I’ve been trying to figure out if there was anything I could possibly do but have come up empty for months now.
Because every thirteen year old boy wants to be best friends with a sixty-six-year old woman, right? Uhhhhh…
There was a potluck picnic in the park this evening. He and his little brother were heading to where the food was being set up when suddenly, to show off, he leaped up to the picnic table and danced across it, down to the bench, and back to the ground heading past me.
I caught his eye just long enough: “I was just thinking, another week or so and you’ll be taller than me. And then you did!”
That’s the first time I’ve seen him laugh in a good long time.