The conversation began like this, “Enable Grammarly on your documents Mom. It will help with proofing.”
“I already use it,” I replied.
“You do?” my gentle son, Trouble, asked skepticism more than evident.
“Yes, I copy and paste the document I write into the site and then note the corrections,” I replied with a touch of Gen X pride. (Take that, you smug Millenial.)
“Ah,” he sighed with satisfaction. “Mom, I was almost impressed with you, but you haven’t enabled the app on Word or for your emails yet, have you?”
“No, Brat,” I sighed.
Don’t tell him, but I didn’t know how until I googled ‘how to enable Grammarly on a word document.’
Also, don’t tell him but I take a bit of pride that my ‘jump first, look later’ boy has grown up enough to be able to guide me. There were (many) years where I was uncertain that this would ever happen. And now this, somewhat former, caveman is getting married in two months.
The boy who wore spaghetti sauce in his hair and on his face at every meal. The boy who thought that clean flip flops could be considered ‘going out to dinner shoes’. The boy who thought that surfing counted as a shower. Yes, this boy is getting married.
And his fiancé is more than everything we could want in a future daughter-in-law. Beyond all that we love about her…my personal favorite is that she loves candy just as shamelessly as I do, she even spent a day weeding his closet of over 50 tee-shirts and then added in collared shirts with slacks and shoes that actually tie and are not meant for any form of sports.
The boy who had to run to the next-door-neighbor and ask him how to tie his tie for game day in high school can now perform this function without thought. For ten years, he has officially been an adult, but his adultness creeps up on me when I least suspect he has it in him. When my father died a few months ago after a year-long illness, he comforted me, not with sticky hands and a crayon colored piece of art (some of my favorite treasures still) but with memories of times with my dad and frequent visits and phone calls.
Sometimes I miss the boy I had to herd like a Border Collie just to keep him safe (and alive), but then he’ll announce that he’s going to run the Angeles Crest 100 Mile Endurance Run along the Angeles Crest Forest and my heart expands a little. There he is, my little danger zone. I recognize this kid and know exactly what I’ll be doing that day. Following his trail (by car) with my husband and his fiancé, supplies, a first aid kit, a head full of worries, and a touch of ‘is he crazy’ pride.
I don’t have to google anything to know how grateful I am for my soon-to-be married little bundle of joy!