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.
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