“You guys be good. Remember…I have a big mouth.”
Just moments earlier, M and most of our kids had been standing in front of the Christmas tree as Papa was taking pictures. M’s old, grade school friend and I were standing next to each other as we watched the holiday photo session. My mind was in overdrive…
- What did he think when M ran out to his car to tell him, “My mom wants you to come in before she lets me go with you” ~
- I wonder what his parents think about what I’ve been writing ~
- Does he have any idea how much I love my child ~
- Please, please, please…be good tonight – have fun, but be good ~
- M is trying to make good choices…support him ~
- I wonder if they’ll still be friends when they are my age ~
I snapped out of my silent rambling, and walked through our little kitchen to say “Goodbye” to the two of them.
And that’s when I gave my warning.
Big smiles emerged. Now, the smiles may have been sneaky, teenage smiles – but I believe they were just sweet reminders of their old, innocent, happy faces.
45 minutes before his curfew, M called to say, “I’m ready, Mom.”
He hopped in my van, told me some of the funny things that happened while they ran errands for his friend’s mom, listed the friends who went to dinner with them, and explained how he had just run into his cousin and uncle.
Then he thanked me as he got out of the car.
You are welcome, M.
And “thank you” too.