Michael is 18, and living in Arizona. Sons who are 18 should all move to another state, in my opinion. It provides a most welcome change from the Teen Parenting years.
During the Teen Parenting years, there came a point where he could no longer tolerate living under my authority, and I was oh-so-ready for him to move out. I think it's a lot like pregnancy. God made pregnancy to be sooo long, and sooo uncomfortable, that a woman doesn't really care how much it hurts to give birth. She just wants That Thing Out. This is why teenagers are the way they are.
This move of his has improved our relationship so much, that I now spend time thinking loving thoughts of how I miss him, instead of wanting to wring his neck. He talks to me, and shares stories of his life with me, and we both feel good about it.
He is trying new things and exploring his options for the future.
His current passion is Bull Riding. You might expect that this would freak me out, but it doesn't. I think he's about as cool as a guy can be.
If he ends up maimed or killed, I may change my position, but for now I think that Bull riding is a perfect sport for a testosterone-laden young man. It keeps him too sore to get into mischief, too broke to date the ladies, and too busy to do much else.
It's perfect.
Michael doesn't keep me all that busy, obviously. He hasn't any time for me. The one exception is that I now spend an inordinate amount of time on facebook trying to get a glimpse of him.
I am proud of him.
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