Dwight And The Summer Geese

Dear Dwight,

Sometimes I get so frustrated with you.  Yesterday I told your dad that I am too young to be the mom of a teenager.  I know there are other moms who are only 15 years older than their child, but to me, I seemed worlds older than you until you hit 13.  Now it’s different.  So I’ve decided that I’m much too immature to be your mom.  I say this because I find myself arguing with you over pointless things, like, whether or not you really saw me misplace Madison’s vitamins 3 freakin’ days ago.  How could you possibly even remember something like that?  (You were wrong, I was right!)  See?  Immature!

Katrina brought something to my attention though, and now that it’s beginning to make sense to me, I’m a little more okay with your behavior, even if you are rude at times.  I just can’t believe it’s come to this.  You are embarking on your journey into manhood, and the beginning of that journey means separating yourself from your mama.  I get it.  But you still have to respect me.  Got it?  (If you don’t get it, your dad can help you get it).

Also, I wonder why we enrolled you in Honor’s English.  You love to read and write great reports, but the amount of stress involved with each and every assignment…what were we thinking?  I’m so sorry we did that to you!  I’m just glad I was able to make it right and get your class switched before school started.  I could sense the relief you felt when I told you it was all taken care of. 

Oh, and the conversations about West Point?  Yes, you can do anything you want to do if you put your mind to it, but you have to put every bit of effort into it.  That means a little less talk and more action.  But I know you can do it .  Just try to understand that when I tell you that you should keep your options open and apply to all the academies, and some other colleges, I am NOT trying to discourage you from going to West Point.  I just don’t want you to limit yourself, or your future.  So please don’t ever tell me again that I don’t want to see you succeed.  I am not your enemy!

I think deep down inside you know this.  We have our good times.  Like the day you insisted that you could catch a goose with your bare hands.  Oh you made my day!  I’m just glad I have these pictures:

And this video: 

Because this is who you are and as crazy as you drive me (at times), I love you for who you are.  Even when you are really right and I’m wrong and you gloat and rub it in and I want to smack the smirk off your face.  Yes.  Even then, I still love you.  (And I always will).

Love,

Mom