The day comes when the child you thought you knew does a superhero change right before your eyes into something unknown. Something almost alien. Your own values are shaken to the core and you wonder if you will ever be able to communicate as parent and child again, or if you've moved toward being equals, or if this new being has outstripped you and moved into a world you will never understand. A world where you don't speak the language; a world you almost fear.
I dropped a Reese's peanut butter egg into John's lunch the other day.
He straightened up over the breakfast table and actually swallowed his mouthful of cereal before he spoke. "Mom? I don't think I want that. I just don't think those are very good. The peanut butter tastes kind of...funny."
Speechless, I felt the world break away around me.
"In fact, Mom, I don't really like peanut butter at all. I'd rather have other kinds of sandwiches, if I could, please."