Is it crazy that I still believe that a good, old-fashioned road trip with M will solve everything? In my dreams, we hop in the van and head…somewhere.
Hours of silence would begin the voyage, but even the silence would feel nice. And something would break it – maybe it would be a song he’d want me to hear on his iPod, or a story about a ridiculous thing he and his friends had done at school. The icebreaker would come from him, and then it would lead to what is really on his mind.
This is the point at which my M would begin to return.
M is intelligent, sensitive, and kind.
Is it possible to drive and drive until he returns to me? Is it possible to take a road trip that would shake and remove his impulsive teenage decisions? Is it possible to take a road trip that would span the duration of the development of his frontal lobe?
I am convinced that I am not crazy for wondering or dreaming. I’m just his mom.