After getting Short, my middle schooler, out the door and on the bus at a ridiculous 6:45am, about
Then, when Mister got back up at 8:00 to wake Shorter for school, I not only didn't get up too, but I fell back to sleep. Darn cat keeps my feet too warm and snuggly.
At 8:35, Shorter calls from my bedroom doorway, "Bye mom! Have a good day."
My heart melts.
"Bye Baby! You have a good day too!" I call back.
That boy never leaves for school without saying goodbye to me. Ever. And he always wishes me a good day.
When he comes through the door in the afternoon, I ask, "How was you're day?" His reply is ALWAYS, "Awesome!"
I just went to the first round of parent teacher conferences for the fourth grade, and consistently his teachers raved at how he's such a kind, happy, loving child. "And he's always in such a good mood," they said.
And at night, when I go tuck him in, he ALWAYS has a good squeeze and a kiss waiting for me.
He has his tantrums. He cops an attitude. He can be very disagreeable and resistant to EVERYTHING sometimes. He is, after all, nine years old.
But I stand back, and look at this kid and think, "Wow! How on Earth did we manage to do that?"
This kid is truly somethin'.