Honestly, my first thought was, "ugh." Not only did I have to get up early to drive him, but he wanted me to get up even earlier to spend money on him and take him to breakfast? Cheeky kid. I agreed, because he really seemed like he still wanted to go, despite his dad not being able to take him. Seriously, who wouldn't want to hit Chick fil-A before hitting the books?
My alarm went off at 06:00 and I wearily got out of bed. Surely after a shower, I would be ready to face the day. It helped. Sort of. It wasn't until we got to the restaurant that It struck me that this was no obligation, this was a privilege. I got to spend thirty minutes or so just hanging out with my boy. Only my boy. Not five kids, a husband, two dogs, three gerbils, and the dust bunnies that live in my house.
We chatted as much as a sleepy mom and a fifteen year old can at 07:00, even laughing a bit. I enjoy my kids and love spending time with them. It amazes me how much more man-like my little boy is, and I am seriously proud of that man he seems to be morphing into.
2 comments:
oh please keep writing....
Now that's perspective!
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