Closure

This summer is all about closure in my relationship with Trenton. Honestly, moving your child out of your home is sort of like getting a divorce. What do you do with all his stuff? Should you keep some of it? Where to store it? What is his to take and what should he leave behind?

Then, you have to figure out how to relate to him, now that you are not living together anymore. And of course, there's the whole visitation schedule. You have to work out when he will visit you and his younger brothers, and you also have to create reasonable expectations of communication.

Reasonable does not equal calling mom every night, apparently. Darn.

But one closure I am looking forward to is seeing Harry Potter. You see, Trenton read at a very early age, and he wanted to read the Harry Potter books when he was only 6. But, I was hesitant to let him read them by himself. So, I read them to him. It was a wonderful time, although I had to hide the books to keep him from reading ahead.

He was 8 when the first movie came out. I have never IN MY LIFE seen him so excited about anything. This is the kid who calmly, and with one eyebrow raised, told me at age 5 that Santa couldn't possibly exist and therefore he refused to believe in him. So to see him that excited about the movie was amazing to me. He was almost like a normal child!

(I love him dearly, but he has never been what I would call normal.)

This Sunday, we will be seeing the final movie together. I asked him to see it with me instead of his friends -- as a favor -- and as he smiled and said, "Sure, Mom." I could almost see that young boy again, bouncing on the edge of his seat in the theater. I'd better bring some kleenex, and not just for the movie.