Missing Brandon

Brandon met me at the door when I came home last night. He was all smile as he opened the door for me. He was so cute and handsome and his eyes lit up as he was telling me about his new toy. I missed him.

After being a stay-at-home stepmother for quite awhile… preparing him for school in the morning… playing with him in the driveway while waiting for the school bus in the morning and waiting for him get off the bus in the afternoon… making his favorite snack… watching endless Spongebob Squarepants with him… and watching and playing with him when there is no school… I kinda got the hang of it. At first it was indeed a struggle. But now that I am working and out of the house before he goes to school and still out of the house when he comes home from school… we seldom interact now.

I miss him. Despite the fact that we always argue about simple things. Despite the troubles that he causes every now and then. And despite the nuisance that he pulls off most of the time… I still miss him. I miss his sweet hugs. I miss his constant bragging about the aliens and monsters and mega swords. And most importantly, I think he misses me too.