Today is W.'s eleventh birthday. As he gets older, I seem to spend less and less time with him. He's been given a bit more freedom to come and go and he takes those liberties as often as possible. He is always on the go; riding bikes with this friend or playing basketball with that friend.He is seldom home during the day, as the umbilical cord is slooooowly being stretched.
I miss hanging out with him. I sometimes feel like I'm losing my baby. So, I got an idea. When he got off the bus the other day, I asked him if he'd like for me to pick him up early from school on his birthday. His eyes lit up.
"REALLY?!" He asked excitedly.
"We could go to lunch and maybe get some ice cream to celebrate your birthday. Just you and me. I'll pick you up after I drop off the little ones to school. How does that sound?" I asked him.
"Greeeaa....wait a second. What time are you picking me up?"
"Around 1 o'clock, why? You only have gym and health."
"We can't mom. I can't miss health. We are going to see a movie."
Ahhhhh. I thought. "THE" MOVIE.
It was finally time. There had been much talk amongst the neighborhood moms. We've all been awaiting the day.
But did it have to fall on his birthday? Am I seriously being snubbed because of an overhyped sex education movie? All I wanted was a little one on one time with my oldest son on his birthday. The son that caused me to grow a few gray hairs over a decade ago; was now denying me this?
{stomps feet}
sigh.
Well, I suppose nothing brings a mother more joy than seeing their child happy, especially on their birthday. So, if he'd rather see "THE" MOVIE, so be it.
But if it's anything like "THE" MOVIE I saw in middle school, he's going to be HIGHLY disappointed.
