Sunday, January 16, 2011

A Bombshell and then Radio Silence

Or something like that.

First, the bombshell.  My baby, my first born, my sweet, sweet son (he's sweet now that he's living on his own and is self-sufficient) has decided to co-habitate with his girlfriend.  What's so horrible about that, you ask?

I have not met her.  What if she's not worthy of my son? 

Never would I have ever thought I'd be THAT mom.  The one who instantly distrusts any girl who ropes my son in.  But I've never met her.  They've only been "together" for about a month.  A month!  Again with being THAT mom.  I swear, I'm not.  I have no idea who this crazy lady is who has taken over my thoughts.

All I want is for Digger to be happy.  No, really.  That's what I want.  So who is THAT mom who keeps taking over my feelings?

He assures me I'll love her when we meet.  Of course he does.  But he's my baby.  He's only 19 - what does he know about happily ever after?  (Mom and Bill - don't. want. to. hear. it.)

So what that I was 18 when I got married and 20 when I had Digger.  That was me.  Not my baby.

I guess part of my problem is that while I thought about the kids growing up and moving out - I never really counted on them getting married.  That was a totally abstract thought.  Sure, they were going to grow up and get married.  But it never crossed my mind that I'd have daughter- or son-in-laws.

I know, I know.  I'm jumping the gun.  They're just moving in together.

First, they got a dog.

The next day, I find out they're going to be living together.

Now what? (Mr. Daddy - we've had this conversation, you just shut it.)

So...

On to the radio silence.  I'm off the radar for a few days while I'm off at SHOT Show with Tara.  See y'all in a few days.

6 comments:

Allenspark Lodge said...

Great-grandpa Bill. Nope. I just can't wrap anything around that. Kind of an oxy-moron.

Bill

K. Erickson said...

Call me an old fuddy duddy traditionalist, but I see this ending badly. Let us know who gets the dog when they split.

Michelle Hoad said...

I'm so going to be THAT mom. I have four teenage sons that are angels. Yes, they are! No girl will ever be good enough for my boys. Now, my girls, that's another story. I just need to find a man willing to put up with all their crap.

Mr. Daddy said...

*snicker*

(hiccup)

{guffaw}

That Mom Eh!!!!!

Do I sense a little parental tension???

Finding Pam said...

Having sons is a whole different story. You might as well not be "That" mom because if Digger is in love, then that is all she wrote.

I know from experience. The DIL controls the son and grand children. Luckily, our DIL is a jewel and we love her deeply.

You know that old saying "A daughter is a daughter for the rest of her life, but a son is a son until he takes a wife".

Rachel said...

Don't worry - I'll Nerf Mr. Daddy good for ya.

Now you're making me all anxious and my boy is only 4.

Now I'm gonna be giving the stink eye at all those little toddler girls and their flirty little eyelashes...