Today was one of those days in school. No, not one of those bad ones, the good ones. The ones you relish and relive.
Z got up late this morning because he stayed up late watching a movie with his dad. I let him sleep. We started school an hour later and took a long lunch hour too. We also finished about an hour later than normal. Quite by surprise I got a hug at the end of the day. I said, "You're a really good student." (which is the truth). He replied, "You're the best teacher." Makes a mother want to cry.
Then instead of plopping down in front of the TV he went outside by himself to play basketball.
I have always made a conscious decision to appreciate each stage of Z's growth. Today I'm really liking eleven.
3 comments:
You just made me smile at 3:02 in the morning. That's not easy.
Oh, I know. Aren't sons fabulous? You go and go and go and you never really know for sure whether you are being appreciated or not, and then . . . BAM! They say the perfect thing. It's SO worth waiting for.
Oh, P. S.
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