My stepson from my second marriage goes back to his mother on Sunday, and I don't suppose I'll see him again for another year. He's always here for a couple of weeks in the summer, but other than that he's in New York with his mom. I started dating this boy's mother when he was a year old. His mother and I lived together (including the time we spent married) for almost ten years, and I think of this boy simply as a younger son. I wish I could see him more often than I do.
My stepson is ... well, I'll say unique. Something about him is a little different from other kids. He struggles with some things that come easily to other children his age. There are other things that he has done well since before an age when they come easily to most kids. He's been tested and checked by various doctors over the years, and all they ever did was disagree with each other and try to offer vague reassurances. I always expected to hear the word "Asperger's," but none of them ever felt sure that that was exactly it. No one ever said exactly what was going on, only that he was a little different and he would need some extra help.
He's a great kid. He loves to laugh and he's smart as a tack. He does have a strange perspective, though, and says a lot of odd things out of the blue. Some of the weird bits he's dropped on us from out of nowhere over the past two weeks include:
- "I'd never want to be a dentist. 100% of dentists end up killing themselves."
(When we discussed it he relented a bit. Not all dentists kill themselves, but most do. Good. I think the bastards probably deserve it.)
- "It's too shady to poop on Staten Island. You're better off pooping in New Jersey."
(This is apparently related to a trip spent doing a lot more driving than anyone really wanted to do, just trying to find a suitable place to drop the deuce.)
- "The three screams of the butterfly live inside all of our systems."
(No clue what this means. When we asked for more information he just laughed and laughed.)
- "There is a possibility that, right now, a knife bomb is being made in Vietnam."
(He further explained that a knife bomb is a bomb that, when it goes off, stabs everyone in the world.)
- "I am the critical fart can tuba player."
(Again, too much laughter to explain what this could be about.)
I like my life now. My job is suitable, my house is fine. I have an amazing girlfriend and a couple of dogs, I get along well with my extended family, and I can afford good beer and Netflix. But I do miss being able to hang out with my stepson most evenings, listening to him rattle off his strange conclusions, and laughing like hell together. I'm already looking forward to next year's visit.