Wednesday, November 10, 2010
As he approached, I held up my fist for a bump, and asked "Do you want a ride home?"
"Nah" he said bumping. He continued down the hall to catch the bus. (Anyone else think it a little strange that he WANTS to ride the bus home?) I was perfectly fine with that, knowing that the bus ride home is some strange sort of debriefing time for him.
Walking to my car I heard "Jaron! Jaron!" and I looked to see an elated preschooler hanging out of a parked car yelling to his older brother. Jaron took off running toward the car, and the two boys embraced in a forever hug!
I thought how nice it would be to have someone be that excited to see me.
I remembered that my kids used to be that excited to see me.
I remembered how sweet it was to hear "Mommy! Mommy!"
Now I get a fist bump.
But I love those fist bumps!
It means we understand each other; I don't embarrass him and he knows I need to "hug" him. Fist hug?
We are in a good place.
Mutually respecting each other.
That's my sonshine.