"I definitely can't argue with that," Jenny agreed easily, laughing lightly. She had been balancing her life with Chase for a long time now, and she had always managed, but her son did possess the ability to run her ragged. She did it to herself, hovering like she did, never improving the situation. "Sometimes I wonder what he could accomplish if he funneled all of that energy into something positive or creative, you know? But boys will be boys.. he doesn't really care about anything besides what his father's doing and what's on tv.. oh, and BMX, riding bikes. Lately, that's his new thing, he thinks he's going to be a professional BMX rider. Fat chance, I told him. I don't want him jumping anything on his bike."
Just the thought of it brought terror into Jenny's chest, it was so dangerous. Charlie was always telling her that she was going to give the boy a complex, doting over him for every little thing and worrying her head off, but she couldn't help it. There were lots of great things Chase could do when he grew up without risking his life in the process. Professional risk taking was out of the question, and she had told him so.
"I can't even imagine him in his twenties, though. It already feels like he's growing up so fast," she admitted. Jen folded the corner of the page she was on in her book, and set the book aside, focusing her full attention on her conversation with Diana. "I feel like he was in diapers like, yesterday. I'll hate being away from him though, no matter how old he gets, I think. But to be honest, I'd rather he be safe at home than out in this weather."