Wednesday, November 10, 2010


Today I stopped at David's school for a quick PAC errand.  As I was leaving, the end-of-the-day bell rang, and kids were pouring from the classrooms.  One kid caught my eye.  My kid; tall, blonde, red sweatshirt.  Yep, my son.  Our eyes met, his filled with confusion as to why I was there.  I knew better than to act too excited to see him.  He would die.  Or at least he would pretend to die.  I think he really likes me, most of the time.

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.


KillerB said...

Lovely :)

D.R.C + D.E.C said...

you are the best mom i know.

jasonandchrista said...

You want someone to be excited to see you? In two weeks, you'll get to experience that "mommy! mommy!" moment again!

Bethany Keena said...

um, tears! in my eyes! :) he is a wonderful kid. YOU are a spectacular mom.