Fettucini. Sopranos. I miss my son.
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Raising a teen age boy alone isn't easy. We disagreed on most things. But we loved The Sopranos. We loved fettucini alfredo. We bonded over every whacking. I made sure the 2 of us had a bowl of cheesy goodness every time "someone needed killing". Demented, I know, but 5 years later, I catch an episode and I am transported back to that time. That moment. With my boy. by marymc in Six-Word Memoirs on Dec 08, 2012 | 
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MO_Thoughts2 says,
I understand. I'm going to miss Fazoli's time with my son. He's 15 now. About once a week, he and I will go out for pasta. I find out more about his life in that dinner and drive than I do all week at home sometimes.accidentaltourist says,
I felt the same when my youngest daughter finally (at 19!) got a license and a car of her own. Until then, I drove her everywhere...to soccer, to dance, to the prom even. I know her better from those trips together than I could have ever hoped....much better than I know her older siblings, who were quick to flee the nest.canadafreeze says,
I love this story, marymc. Funny what bonds us with our kidlets - rarely planned, but often one of the little things.lovelylizard says,
This reminds me of many years ago when my mother and I would make delicious Sunday dinners and watch the original Brideshead Revisited on PBS, it was a doubly delicious escape.