My sweet boy has been in a “stage” lately. There has been a little sass, a little naughtiness, a little rebellion, and a whole lot of whining. It is a good thing I have my mom and B around here to tell me it is just a stage because I wasn’t into having “that kid” for the rest of my life. Well, on Saturday, my boy and I had a special date. After his TBall game, we met Nonnie and B at the mall for some lunch and a bit of shopping. He got two new outfits, water shoes, and a swim shirt he wasn’t leaving the store without.
After that, he and I went to the grocery store to pick up everything we needed to make strawberry jam. It was our first attempt ever, and I had the best helper in Scout. He helped me pit the strawberries, measure the ingredients, stir, and pour. We had the best time making it, and when we got to finally sample it the next day, we gave each other a high five! It was a success, and makes the most delicious toast! Too bad I have completely gotten out of the habit of taking pictures, and don’t have any documentation of our jam-making. But every once in a while…..one on one time without cell phones and cameras…..does a relationship good!
(I don’t know how to turn it!)
We ended our day at China Moon. My boy had been carrying around a dollar and a quarter all day to find something to buy. He finally decided on taking me to dinner. I told him I was thrilled, and that if he was buying me dinner than it was an official date. He agreed, and agreed to all of the terms. Including….opening my door, acting appropriately at dinner, being polite, paying the money and tip, making me feel really special. I’ll have to admit that at a few points I might have actually said, “Scout, you might even better at this than dad.” My boy complimented me, he was so polite that the owner and the neighboring table both complimented him on being the perfect gentleman, and he eagerly paid — and when the waiter brought him back his dollar and quarter, he couldn’t believe our meal was free! I guess he didn’t see my plastic hidden under the dollar. But the best part of the night was when I opened his fortune and read it to him. It said, “You have strong potential for financial success”. I explained afterward that it meant that he was really smart and a very hard worker. To which he replied, “Mom, do you know why I am such a hard worker?” I asked him why, and he said, “I work so hard so I can go back to Heaven with you.” Talk about melting my heart.
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Our special date was awesome. And that “stage” I was talking about earlier has gone by the wayside. He has been planting kisses on me, he’s been sweet, he has tried to tease less, and he is my huge helper. If only I had known exactly what a special date would do for my boy — I would have done it two weeks ago.
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