My 19 year old was home for Easter Weekend. This is my firstborn, the child for whom my life changed forever when I became his mom. The child who stretched my size 4 body into unrecognizable proportions that never settled back into quite the same shape, one that never fit back into a size 4. The child who's response to my outpouring of love and physical affection said three words with hands held up, as if to ward off a smack in the face when I went to kiss him again at about age 2... "too much Mommy, too much".
This child went off to college without so much as a look backward. I am happy for him. I am proud of him. But I am hungry for details. I want to share this college experience. I want to know about all the ups and downs, all the fun he is having. Details are not forthcoming. How are your classes. Fine. How are your grades. Okay. What did you guys do over the weekend. Not much. How is your girlfriend. I am not going to talk to you about that.
This child has a facebook. I asked him to be my friend on facebook and he accepted. Now, he hates that I am on facebook. He tells me that I spend too much time on facebook. He never responds to my comments on his wall. He calls me a facebook stalker. Now, I pop over to facebook several times a day. It makes me happy to keep up with my friends there. Most of my friends there are also my Active Rain colleagues, and there is a funny, spontaneous quality to our comments on facebook that I really enjoy. I like to see what they are up to, the funny things they say they are doing, and we reciprocally comment on eachothers lives.
Not my son. He sees this kind of interest in his life as stalking. I asked him the following question, tongue in cheek, on his wall:
Why do you write notes on every else's wall but mine? Would it kill you to write on your mother's wall?
He responded with this:
yes, yes it would. It would LITERALLY kill me to write on your wall
There you have it. The shutting of a door. The little boy who used to wonder aloud to me about what would happen if Superman and Batman ever met, would rather not share his life with his mom. The little boy that I used to lay alongside of, in his car bed, reading Dr. Seuss and laughing out loud, rarely calls, and never just to say hello. My shy little boy has flown the coop, to be replaced by an aloof young man who holds me at arm's length!
I know I should be more mature about this. I hope that this is just a phase that he will outgrow. But, somehow, in my heart, I know that it's not. My little boy is all grown up and really doesn't need me anymore. Our relationship will stretch and grow to accommodate this new young man who doesn't need me, who doesn't want to confide in me, who doesn't seem to care about my opinion. It seems that as he has changed, a change is required of me. I am having a little bit of a problem with it, but it will come. At least I hope so. I am tempted to "unfriend" him on facebook, so I will no longer be tempted to check out what he is doing and laughing about. But just not yet.
Facebook stalker, I'll be watching out for you. :)