“Little Boy” was very conflicted today. He had no desire to go to school today. He cried as we stood by the door waiting for the bus. I begged him to tell me why he didn’t want to go to school today. He said, “I don’t have any friends.” I knew that was not true. He has charisma up the wazoo. Kids flock to him. I suspected he was tired from repeated trips downstairs needing a drink of water, a snack, a blanket etc…. Anyway I said of course you have friends. His reply, “I don’t have any friends because they are all 6 and I am only 5.” Wow to have such issues. Being the big Meany I am, he got a hug and a kiss and a swift shove out the door to the arms of his fabulous bus driver who has the patience of a saint. Crisis overted.
When he returned from school today he crawled up on my lap baby style. Threw his arm around my neck. As we rocked he said, “Mama, I don’t want to have birthday this week.” After the morning conversation I thought he would be thrilled to get to the grand old age of 6. ”I said why don’t you want to have your birthday?” He drowsily replied, “because I don’t want to get to old to sit on your lap.” OK let’s here it Awww. I just forgave him immediately for throwing the football through the house, pumping my face moisturizer all over the bathroom floor, coming down the stairs a hundred times when he was supposed to be in bed, eating nothing but dums dums for supper the night before and any other issues he creates in the next week.
Ladies and gentlemen these are the moments that make parenthood the best thing in the whole world.
