to have Drake... the kid is not who he used to be either, Mr. I want to hang out in my room and be left alone will now talk your ear off, unfortunately, sometimes to the point of annoyance and jibberish as we can't figure out exactly what he is talking about.. but he also is the little rock that comes and tries to get me off the sofa and into bed at night. Around midnight every night.. I hear "Mom... come on lets go to bed." Usually followed by a mumble or me sitting up and going.. if the mumble happens he knows I am not going anywhere... Last night I remember through my sleepy haze what happened after the mumble from me... a sigh from Drake, the tv going off, me being covered with my blankie, a kiss on the cheek, followed by a whispered I love you.... such a beautiful act that breaks my heart at the same time .. when did my 15 year old have to become the parent. — feeling blessed.
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My random status thoughts and love sent to me by others. Just a glimpse into the madness, sadness, and silliness of my mind.