Introduction

Let me introduce myself. I have a teenaged son. Until this year, I knew him well and we were close. He's a senior now, and I don't know him anymore. I watch for clues during the brief moments he strides through the living room on his way up to his bedroom or out the front door.
I don't know where he's going to college next year, though I've helped him with his applications. I don't know if he's entering the military, applying for scholarships, or going to the local community college. He won't say. If his dad calls him first, he hears the information, and then my son is tired of talking about it and clams up.
I miss the late night talks, I miss when he used to run into my bedroom at night and hide under the covers until I'd sit down and talk to him. I miss playing. Suddenly he thinks he is grown and doesn't need me anymore.
He has a girlfriend now too, so he won't be taking any trips with the family anymore. He says he'd rather work through the weekends, and be with her after work.
He lives in my house and I miss him. Wierd huh?
I never thought it would hit me this hard, I'm an educated, independent woman. I realize that my life has been centered around HIM. According to everyone, including my own gut, if I didn't put him, his health, his education, and his welfare, first for the past seventeen years, I was a bad mother. So I happily did. Now he won't speak to me. I am at a loss.