Small Talk
I’m a mother of a fifteen year old boy. The first eleven years of his life, we adored each other. We spent Saturdays and Sundays doing fun things, movies, parks, swimming, etc. For the last four years of his life the extent of his conversation to me has been, “I hate you. You make me sick, I wish you were dead.” My words have been, “Because I said so. You don’t pay any bills around here. Because, I’m your mother and I HAD you. This is MY house and as long as you live under my roof you will do as I say.” He recently made a bad choice and the consequences were dire. I called him on his cell and started talking about random things not the “bad choice”. I told him about when he was younger and he would say, “Skrimp” instead of shrimp. We talked and laughed for the longest time. When I was about to hang up the phone he said, “Mama we haven’t talked like this in a long time.” I said, “I know.” Of course I cried when I hung up the phone.
Lesson learned: Relationship without fellowship is a sinking ship.
Submitted by: Torria
