Apologies were made, but lord, the guilt ate at me. I brought it up often to my son, because I really needed some kind of confirmation that
- I had not scarred him for life,
- this did not somehow negatively affect his view of women or
- he would not begin a "Mommy Dearest" type blog about me.
We both agreed that I was getting a little silly about it, but I yam what I yam, and I jokingly told my son I owed him one, and I probably would only feel better when he did some horribly dastardly thing, and I responded as supermom.
I got some great greenhouse deals, and spent much of yesterday afternoon, outside of my house, for reasons explained in my last post. I spent my day of animal rescue and gardening, in last nights pj pants,( eeyore print) my extra large Elton John tee and my unbrushed hair in a pony tail. And my duck boots.
Too lazy to shower, much less tackle supper,I made my son a deal. I'd drive us in to Subway, he'd run in and get the subs.
Subway can be really busy. A wait is always expected, so I closed my eyes and listened to my new favorite CD my daughter burned for me. When I realize the songs are repeating themselves I open my eyes and look at the clock, 20 minutes have passed.
High momma alert.
I peer around, try to look in the store from my parking space, but am only allowed blurred images thru the window, lots of people, ok it's busy.
2 more minutes pass and I am worried, annoyed, and can not wait one more second.
Someone has kidnapped my 11 year old son!
I peal out the car, barge in the door in described outfit, although I have put on a faded, dirty Coca Cola ball cap to hid very messy ponytail.
My son is sitting at the table eating his sub. A huge smile on his face.
"Hey mom", he says.
"What is going on ... I begin quietly, thru clenched teeth, "get your butt out to the car right this minute."
I look around, thankful that only a few people are staring at me and rush back out to my car.
My son returns to the car, my sub in hand.
"I thought you'd never come looking for me, was THAT bad enough to make you stop being all weird?"
And I am supermom. I roar. He got me , my boy.
And he has released me from all guilt.
Perhaps there is a little bit of me in him after all!
4 comments:
How scary, but awww how sweet. Glad that you no longer feel guilty about yelling at him.
Little dude is smart. I like him.
He is a smart boy. You opened the door for him and he took the window out. It was funny I thought as I was finishing reading, "he's like you". Then you ended with the same thought. Great fun.
He's a clever, clever boy and I like him!
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