The other day Big Kid and I were talking about nothing in particular when out of nowhere, with a slight defiant tilt of his chin, he announced, "When I'm away at college, I plan on spending at least one Thanksgiving with my friends. If I have any friends," he hastily added.
"You'll have friends! Of course you'll have friends, people always like you."
"Well, that's what I'm going to do," his 10-year-old self said, meeting my gaze.
I stifled a laugh that we were having this conversation right now and put on my serious face. "Of course you can do that! Have Thanksgiving with your friends, that sounds fun! You'll be an adult, you can do that."
And then I casually walked into the kitchen so he couldn't see my glossy eyes. Yes, I was trying not to cry about a hypothetical Thanksgiving that may or may not take place in about a decade.
But he'll be an adult, and he can do that.
That has got to be the worst part of this whole parenting gig...the part where they become adults and can do that.