I love the nights when Jacob is chatty. I don't remember ever talking to my parents as much as he talks with Danny and I. Tonight the conversation was about music, as it often is, my lost dreams and his group of friends.
Music discussions are usually 80s music discussions. This boy knows what he likes, and he is strongly opinionated. I like to listen to him defend his choices. We were watching the top 100 Artists tonight and he had comments on many of the performers. Jacob's comments were intelligent and thought provoking.
Somehow, the conversation then went to how so many kids say they hate their parents or their life. He said that he had two times in his life where he almost lost two different family members and it took him a year to get them back. He doesn't have bad days. WOW! That was pretty cool to hear. I know that he has perspective. I know that he is not completely self absorbed. Jacob sees a world greater than his own.
And Jacob doesn't hate me. He probably doesn't hate his father either.
Then he asked me if I had dreams in my life that never came true. Yikes, that is pretty deep for a Friday night. But, yes, I had had dreams that never came true. He asked me about them. And then he listened to my response. And then he told me it was not too late to fullfill my dreams. (But in fact, it is too late for me to take up living in the single life in Chicago smoking cigarettes and writing the next great American novel.) I told Jacob that I am actually fullfilling dreams that I never knew I had.
Spending a few hours on a Friday night talking with my sixteen year old son about music, friends and hopes for the future, that is a dream come true.
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