Well, H came over this morning as planned. We are in the process of sending S to kindergarten and filling out all those papers. The coach (Chuck, who was great) said for me to back off and not be his "mom" (ie giving advice and telling him what to do, which sort of is what our R has been like), so I don't. And so H follows me around the apt like a puppy asking this and that and asking how various friends are doing etc. I did OK I think, I was happy, not just acting happy. It was too cold for H and S to go to the park, and too cold for me to be outside long (I took a walk, ran some errands etc to give him and the two of them space and time to be together). S: "Why don't you move back here Dadda?" H: "I won't move back because your mom and I don't understand each other, but I'll come see you as often as I can." Understand each other? We have so many things in common, laugh at the same things, like the same things, the same interests, have the same views on childrearing, on education, on life, on religion, on politics... Whatever. I didn't say anything (was in the other room). So S came to me. S: "He says you don't understand each other." Me: "That's right, sweetheart." A bunch of BS is what it is. H refuses to change his address on the forms (I didn't ask him to either). He doesn't take his belongings with him. And when S asked about his weights, H said: "They are yours now." 25 and 30 lbs weights for a 4-year old?? Again: Whatever. I took S to his piano lesson and later today he has his first recital. He has done so well practicing. H was proud, as he should be. And tomorrow he'll come again.
