Life as a Sitcom

I want to be on a sitcom. I can't recall the last time I picked on my son and he just smiled at me and said, both laughingly and lovingly, "Mom, cut it out!"

No. That just doesn't happen in reality.

Today's 11 year old boys seem to take it so harshly. Have I conditioned him this way? Lord, I hope not. He's lived with a little jab here and a sarcastic statement there since his conception. Why the drastic turn then?
A deeper look, shall we?

Little Mr. 11 year old,
  By the time you read this computers will be extinct, and probably so will blogging, but I am writing this to you anyway.
  You may not know it, but I show affection to those I love by pinching, semi-slapping, tickling and just general horse play. GET OVER IT!
Love,
Your Mommy

This is what he'll someday read. If I don't write it down with pen and paper, it'll be a long time before he sees it. Which is probably a good thing, because I can't just come right out and say that to him. Some would say he has a 'gentle spirit'. Which is partially true. He's got a great big heart. The other thing he has is an overwhelming, almost busting at the seams, inability to let anything be just what it is. He's dramatic. Nothing is done or said with him or by him that doesn't have to have immediate attention.
God, help me!
If I seem frustrated it's because there's little room to navigate around him with so much tension just begging to burst forth! My only respite these days seems to be the bathroom.
Is this pre-adolescence? Is this testosterone plaguing his brain and creating such moodiness? Or is this just down right self absorption? Maybe a little of each?

Back to my ideal of 'Life as a Sitcom'.

I'd like a few half hour segments of situation, brought on by outside characters. Some turmoil. Wise words from some neighbor fellow who I'm sure has a head, but not so sure about the body. A solution. And to top it off some geek dressed in suspenders to make us all feel better when we look back, laugh and say, "Did I do that?"

No. I live in a drama.
And I'm not talking Melrose Place. (Although I heard it's beautiful there!)
The Camden's don't have anything on us either!

Truly nothing can compare to what we are dealing with here. And you know, I'm just fine with that. God has a plan and purpose in this season of life we are walking through. To confound and irritate me? Probably, but those are just by products of the things he's trying to accomplish in me. He promises to never give us anymore than we can handle and so far he's kept his word.

Well, I'm not really surprised he gave me a son like Cody. If you pray for patience... You get the idea.

Someone sure should pray for Cody though. Dealing with a momma like me can't be easy on a kid either. Especially since I'm still praying for patience.

*grin*