I must confess that when I was on chemo, I could not keep up with my son, and I didn't want a houseful of screaming boys. I still don't sometimes, but I manage.
Lately I've been thinking how happy I am for my son that he has so many friends. On the other hand, I have wrongly compared his life to what mine was like at his age, and wondering if I missed out on something because I wasn't as socially active as he.
As he approaches the First Level of Hell (aka middle school), I feel comforted in knowing that he is friends with a variety of kids who have a variety of personalities.
I want to be like that when I grow up.