Do you wanna go to lunch?

That’s all it took...

A simple phone call

One question

Do you wanna go to lunch?

He said "sure" and before I knew it there we sat, eating Mexican food
my 21-year-old son and I. 
I can feel your high-fives and fist bumps, you mothers of the Young Adult Male.

Maybe you figured this out before me, or maybe this sounds to you like it would take an act of God for your young adult child to wanna spend time with his mama, 
Well my friend, 
mothers, aunts or grandmas of this unique species, I sit before you today giving you hope. 

What began as a seemingly normal day for this unemployed, writer-wannabe, mom of 3.8 grown children (Youngest Boy - days away from 17, almost young adult).

Oldest Boy had an unexpected day off work... 

The rest is the beautiful story to tell

A moment-in-time, part of my Mom memories.

I picked the place, I paid (he was my date ...)

We took a selfie.

He's so handsome!

We went to Target.
We went home.

It was the simplest of moments ...  and it started with the simplest of questions.

Try it. They might say yes!

"You're wrong!"

A few years ago I decided I was done with being told I was wrong.
Criticism? Had it up to here... and then some.
It was like emotional PTSD.

But I here sit today, realizing how unhealthy that is, kind of.

There seems to be two Extremes to this whole, set-you-straight mentality. There's the, "God told me to tell you ... blah, blah, blah." Without relationship, without wisdom, without care, this is wrong.

We've been picked apart quite enough, thank you very much.

I don't mean constructive criticism, or the "I'm truly concerned for your emotional/physical/mental/spiritual well being" friends
This Extreme is too often about the criticizer. It's like they use you as an emotional vomit pail. An impulsive, need-to-get-it-out-of-my-system offender
Not good
Not constructive
Not right

But back to my original reason for talking about this in the first place,
the other Extreme that is really an expression of love.

Who do I have in my life that can freely come to me and say, "Kathy you're wrong."

Just typing that makes me want to pull the blanket over my head and plug my ears.
La la la la ... I can't hear you.....

I'm not sure how I would want to hear it.
I don't even know, right now. if I'm ready for it.

But I never want to be so arrogant - to think I'm above reproach.

But then there's the self-esteem thing. I have such an issue with that. I already pick my own self apart pretty much every day.

But I don't want to be stuck, or delusional, or not growing, or so stupid I never want to change.

The best friends risk
The very best of people in your life are those that are willing to risk ... gently (baby steps)
The kindest of souls don't particularly like being the ones who call someone out. It's usually agonized  over, and over, and over before it's even approached.

So here goes ... 
1. Do you already have someone whom you trust to call you out?
2. If not, what holds you back?
        self esteem issues or arrogance or ....?
3. Are you Am I ready for this?
**Let me know right here on my blog, or on Facebook or Twitter.