I'm CERTAIN that this has nothing to do with the fact that we are racing toward Christmas.
Or with the fact that we have started bringing down the hammer on my 9yo and his sassy tongue.
Or even the fact that the 9yo has been in trouble more often than naught, as of late.
But today, while I was getting ready for work, my 9yo knocked on the bathroom door.
That was the first surprise.
No barging right in. No assumption that I was dressed and then automatically recoiling in utter disgust to see his mother not-quite dressed. Try not to linger on that visual or you may have the same reaction as him.
I told him to come in...not quite sure what to expect but frankly, thinking it was probably an ill child, so timid was the knock.
He pushed the door open and entered the room slowly, shuffling all the way up to me. I was just beginning to put on my make-up and was listening for whatever it was he needed.
But he simply stood there, looking at me.
Finally I said, "Yes, Darling? Did you need something?"
"Wow, Mom…you're beautiful. Even without make-up."
And with that, he went skipping out of the room.
This exchange was all about my 9yo keeping me on my toes...and so entranced with his charm that I can’t see past it.
I don’t really believe him, but his plan may be working.