Two Peas in a Pod

***First time I used the phrase ‘two peas in a pod’ to T he asked what it meant?I explained that it meant two people were identical. He informed me that we were not identical as my one toe is longer than my big toe and his is not.***
Yesterday morning T was annoyed with me. He tried to be sneaky, first time ever. I came out of the bathroom ready to go and see that T is not wearing his jacket. My eyes do a quick check and spot it under his blanket on his couch. I told him that he had to put it on. That it was not yet warm enough for him to go without. He put his jacket on and stomped up the stairs and out the door.
We both got into the car. Sat down. Slammed the door shut. Than did a bounce back so we were in the seat all the way back. Grabbed our seatbelts and buckled them in.  I began to laugh. T is looking at me and I tell him we do the exact same thing when we get into the car. It was like watching a mirror image of myself. I had never noticed this before.
I wonder if I am noticing because I am spending so much more time with him. We are usually apart 2 week out of the month. During those times, he is growing and learning. Changing. I miss seeing the little traits and habits he picks up, unless he happens to do them in front of me.
More and more, I hear myself coming out of T’s mouth. That is okay though, yesterday when I asked T about something mom came flying out of my mouth. Happened again when asking T ‘if he was fibbing’ when he said he text chichi this morning. She came right out there. With T it is a phrase that I use often. I’m not the biggest fan of…..insert whatever you dislike at the moment here. Listening to T say it, I struggle not to giggle at him. That would just make him so very very mad.
I love having him here with me. We have been laughing a lot lately. Yesterday I got my hair trimmed and thinned. It feels wonderfully light. T arrived a little early and asked to play Farming Simulator. I said sure why not. He was complaining to me about the narrow roads when I look up and see a vehicle heading directly at him. I holler you are on the wrong side of the road. This map is in Ireland. T retorts I am use to Canada driving.
Finally I asked T if he noticed anything different about me. He looks over and says no. I roll my eyes and ask how he could not have noticed my hair. For one it was not in a shaggy mess around my head, it was poker straight. He said oh yeah I noticed. Well why didn’t you say anything? Because I thought you would be mad. Mad because you notice my hair. Why would I be mad? It shows that you are paying attention. Mom do I have to pay attention? Of course you do. One day when you start dating you will thank me. Who says I am going to date anyone?
This lead to a conversation about him being an adult. And not dating. I wondered that he would not get lonely?  He would get a dog. Or two. A pig. I suggested that he might want companionship. His answer, he would visit either myself or the Ex every day so we could hang out. I stared at him and said no way, I am not hanging out with you all that time when you are an adult. He fake cried. And I begin to giggle
In a previous post I mentioned a conversation we had about winning the lottery. How I would follow him around everywhere. That this was the same. I sat here, laughing until I had tears and T was a blurry image. I could barely explain to him why I was laughing. I offered him these terms: Should I win the lottery I get to follow him around everywhere and in return he can come and hang out with me whenever not every day but often. He was perturbed by my line of thinking and he informed me that I may not win the lottery. Of course not odds are 50/50.but I would take that wager. Either way I win. I get to spend more time with T. 💞😊💞

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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