All About the A’s and an N too

The last few nights I have waited up for T to get dropped off from his dad’s so we can chat about his day.
He comes into my room and lays on the end of the bed telling me everything.
At least I think it is everything although as a teenager I am sure that he will keep somethings back from me.
Yesterday we talked about his school work due this week (his teacher sends home updates during the week as to what the class is working on I love it); today is mystery bag day.
T has to take 6 items that describe him and will have to get up in front of the class to talk about them and how they relate to his life.
Asked him what he was going to take and he shrugged his shoulders.
He will decide today as he is running out the door when his dad arrives to pick him up.
He has two reading reports due next month and T took one of my books to school for this.
Until he realized how many pages there were; and there is a lot of words on the page.
Oh I howled when he told me that one.
Yesterday was also spelling test day.
T and I argue about his spelling.
I have told him that I want him to spell correctly and use proper sentences when he is texting me.
He says I know what he is talking about so why should he have to spell correctly?
As I use to tell mom:  why should I learn to spell when I will be working on computers which has spellcheck?
I still need to know how to spell it turns out and I am now the one everyone comes to when they are uncertain as to how to spell a word.
I still often use the rule: I before E except after C.
Yes there are exceptions but this is more to say that mom was right spelling is very important.
Me: You have a spelling test this week?
T: I did it already. We had the test today.
Me: How did you do?
T: 10 out of 15.
Me: Ok
T: I got uneasy wrong. I forgot the A.
Me: Oh I would have thought you would have spelled it with a zed instead of an s.
T: Ah you wound me…..
Clutches his heart and walks away as I am laughing.
T: And I know that there is no zee in uneasy.
Me: Zed.
T: Zee mom, Zee.
Me: Zed.
We agreed to disagree.
T: I also spelled discourage wrong.
Me: You did?
T: Yes I forgot the A. And I spelled (cannot recall word) wrong. Guess what letter I forgot?
Me: The A?
T (laughing): Yes and I also got unknown wrong. No A’s this time but I forgot the n after the k so I spelled unkown. (Pronounded Uncown)
He was laughing hysterically leaning against my doorframe.
I love to see him happy like this.
And he laughs like I do.
The laughter fills him and it comes out without stopping.
I do know that there is going to come a day when he decides that mom is no longer the center of his universe.
It may have already happened but I like to hang onto the delusions of my importance to his teenage self.
When I look at him at T as he was when we talked last night, smiles and laughter, and I think that maybe I am doing a decent job in getting him ready for the world.
Except for the spelling.
But mom that is what spellcheck is for!
©Sept. 22/21
Picture is my own

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