26: A Simple Lesson From K

     For the last few weeks, my evening routine ends right here.  I write slowly and thoughtfully at the kitchen table, my husband B watches the baseball games after working in the yard until the sun goes down, and my son K is usually snug in bed. But this week K has been sick, and he’s been up late.  Each night he’s curious about what I’m writing, and why I’m I writing, and to whom am I writing.  (Pretty good questions.)  But tonight, he walked by and asked a new question…

                 Mom, are you ever going to do one that’s just about me?
                                              Yes, K. I’ll do one tonight.
                                  
…Most of the time, I thought and had a pretty typical sibling relationship. They fought sometimes, and it did bother me when M took his “teasing” too far, but K seemed to let it roll off him. Yelling seemed to be the only way I could get M’s attention to make him stop, and as the summer unfolded, I found myself yelling words I wouldn’t typically say.  But it was kind of like everything else around here lately; you had to yell louder and fight harder.
     I was surprised when K explained to me tonight that his relationship with his brother was not typical.  I asked him to explain, and it was in his simple observation that I learned something.  He simply said…


                                               M doesn’t seem to care.  


      That’s it. M didn’t seem to care anymore.  He didn’t care about his health, his reputation, his grades, his safety,his sports, his body, his family…or anything that didn’t involve his “friends” and “going out.”

     I realize that it is quite normal for teens to think of themselves as invincible or seem occupied only by their social lives, but M was different. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something wasn’t right.


K figured it out. He didn’t care.

   





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One thought on “26: A Simple Lesson From K

  1. Wow, sounds like my son, B, but he is 20 and this all started at 18 for him. At least that's when I put all the pieces together. You are doing the right thing. I do wish I could have done something like this for him, but he was already an adult.

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