I am the mom of a boy.
I wipe snotty noses and clean underpants for a living and my favorite saying seems to be “walk it off”. My crowning motherhood achievement to date is convincing this boy to use the toilet and dress all by himself.
He’s no ordinary boy.
He is brilliant and complicated and a pain in my neck and funny and needy and peculiar and gorgeous and ridiculously meticulous and original and … mine. All mine.
So yesterday, we snuck out on a little mother-son date. I took him to the school where he’ll be attending kindergarten next year to get him registered. (To be honest, I’m feeling ambivalent about this. I’m ready for him to pursue a full-time education. That big ole brain of his is so ready to expand and grow some more! But I want to hold him a little longer.) And then Mr. Not-Great-With-Transitions says, “Can I just walk beside you instead of hold your hand in the parking lot, Mommy?” It was literally 10 feet of empty parking lot, so I said OK with the caveat that this was not a regular thing.
But I mean, drive a spear right through me, why dontcha!! Y’all don’t even act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.
In the school’s office, he told the registrar his street name, the house number, and his mommy’s phone number. The cute little smarty. We are still working on speaking clearly, though. And standing up straight. And he suddenly shakes hands with his left hand. FROM UNDERNEATH. And he’s NOT a southpaw. What the heck is that?!
Well, after we got his paperwork squared away, we headed home and found a salesman talking to Mr. Old School in the yard, so past the house we drove… and directly to the Wendy’s up the road. We had a few extra forms to complete and Stinkerelly discovered a letter to parents on the front cover of his paperwork folder. Stuff like that is “new words to read!!” for this one.
So over some paperwork completion, “value” french fries and frosties, and letter-reading, my boy and I had our date. We talked and joked and laughed and learned some new sight words like “documents” and “information”. For five whole dollars, it was true quality time and I loved every moment of it. Just as much as I love every bit of him.
For the last five years, I have spent my life working to make him independent — after all, my ultimate parenting goal is to create autonomous, productive members of society — and now, I am finding myself in the position of wanting him to want me. Not like my self-worth is wrapped up in him or anything. I just don’t want him to take off and forget about me.
But then, getting out of the car at home he said, “That was a great mother-son date, Mommy. Let’s not tell Daddy and Teagan. We wouldn’t want to make them feel bad that they didn’t get our great time.”
And with that, I feel like I have his heart forever. He sure has mine.
I am the mom of that boy.