I’m sitting at my computer today, one eye on the screen, the other on my kids, and I can’t help but melt over a conversation they are having at the breakfast table:
Boy: You should put your milk in the refrigerator if you’re done drinking it.
Boy: You listen very well! I bet mom and dad are so proud of you!
Okay, so it wasn’t a conversation that would change the course of history, but seriously–how adorable?! There are times that I just can’t bare the reality that one day, my babies will leave me for college or, worse?, marriage. I know my daughter will keep in touch because that’s how we girls roll, but the
home-wrecker lovely woman who becomes my son’s wife will own his heart and then what?! I’ll tell ya what…
It’s the year 2045. Me and my 12 cats spend a lot of time playing online http://www.cheekybingo.com/ with my friends across the pond. My husband is still around, but he’s mostly outside yelling at the neighborhood kids to keep off our lawn. Every time my cell beeps with a new alert, I rush to it, hoping for a new picture of my beautiful grandchild or an “I love you” message from one of my offspring. Alas, it is my husband, who refuses to leave his perch at the front yard, requesting I bring him a Rolling Rock.
When the kids do call or–even better, visit!!–the time together is never enough. I listen as they discuss promotions at work, the World Series teams (Pittsburgh Pirates go all the way!), and plans for upcoming vacations. In the blink of my Computer Vision Syndromed eye (Web MD says it’s a real thing), I am transported back to the day I overheard the milk conversation. I see their smiling faces, I feel their chubby hands in mine; I hear their sweet voices babbling about which they like better, peanut butter or jelly.
I want to pull my kids into my lap and just hold them close because, despite their age and size, they will always be my babies.
Today, after the milk conversation, my son told me “no” about 234, 923 times when I asked him to brush his teeth, and then my daughter attached herself to my lower extremities preventing all movement. It was a trying morning, but I decided to hang on to the sweet exchange between two little people who will eventually grow into two big people and leave me with a crazy ass husband and way too many cats.
Keepin’ it real: I was compensated for the shout-out to CheekyBingo.