since he was around six months old and sitting in the back seat of the car, he
needed my hand. Needed to feel it, hold it. It didn’t matter if I was driving
or passengering, my hand needed to be in his or he would cry. As he grew older,
sometimes he didn’t need it as much; sometimes he just needed to hold it for a
minute, sometimes he popped all my fingers and then gave my hand back to me,
sometimes he would pick his nose and put boogers in my hand, and sometimes he
just needed to hold a finger.
days, on any given day, attitude oozes from his pores. He makes this sound with
his mouth like a weird click and then expels air through his nose. Then, usually rolls his
eyes to the left. I guess it’s some sort of sign that he, two months
shy of 13- years old, is so annoyed. I get it.
he made his sound right after I asked him to unload the dishwasher. Because of
the sound, I added cleaning the bathroom to his list. Apshhh. Blowing of air.
Eye rolling to the left.
little while later all four of us hopped into the truck for a short trip. I sat
in the passenger seat and he sat behind me, laying his head on a pillow, ear
buds in his ears.
my surprise when he tapped my shoulder, then slipped his hand up the side of my
seat, right into mine.
couldn’t help the tear that slipped from my eye and fell into my lap.