Monday, I taught Art Masterpiece for Ben's class. It's quite nice, because he only has twenty kids in his class, and three were out. We were a cozy little group, and the project wasn't hard, the lecture was easy, and it was fun.
I was talking to the teacher while the kids were doing their thing, and she made me laugh. I laugh pretty loud sometimes.
I overhear one of the kids say "Who/what was that?"
And I looked up in time to see Ben smile, put his hand on the kid's shoulder, and say, "Oh, it's just my Mom. She's kinda loud sometimes." He wasn't embarrassed. He just accepted it as just being me, beamed in my direction, and went back to his desk.
You know, you expect to love your child unconditionally, without worrying too much about what others might consider faults.
You don't expect that fantastic feeling you get when they reciprocate. The coolness of it all, that they love you unconditionally as well.
It made my day.
Almost as much as Audrey made my night tonight.
We were sitting at aikido waiting for the big kids to finish class.
I had to throw something away, and when I came back to the table, Audrey pipes up: "Mommy, when you walk, your butt goes back and forth, back and forth." (and she swayed a bit from side to side as she said it)
In an instant, I mentally checked my gait. I didn't think I'd been swaying excessively...no, I wasn't....well, not really...holy crap, do I sway too much when I walk? What kind of message is that for her to learn? Oy!
In an instant, I got over it. It was funny, and we were all laughing, adults included.
I mean, there's not a whole lot I can do about it, is there, short of wearing some harness that inhibits the gait? Where's the fun in that? lol
Then, at bedtime, it was Nolan and Ryan's turn.
Nolan gets all "eewww" if Mr W gives me a kiss. So we tucked him in, and I turned up my face <doing my best to give him a nightmare> and Mr W gave me a very quick kiss.
Nolan goes, "Geez, Bud, that was pathetic. You call that a kiss? I don't think you made contact with her for even a 'one-Mississippi'. Pa-the-tic." (okay, so maybe it was, but really, we were in front of the boy, so the soap-opera tonsil hockey would be inappropriate)
The look on Mr W's face was hilarious. I know I was amused. He kissed me again, and Nolan remained unimpressed, so Mr W turned the tables on him: "What makes you an expert?? Do I need to talk to your girlfriend?"
Nolan gets all embarrassed: "No. No, don't ask her. I have my resources." <stammer, stammer>
He's growing up, my little boy, and it catches me offguard when he says things like that. I take pride, somewhat, in his sense of humor. I like to think that I'm passing something of value on to him. And when he does say something amusing, it makes me smile...because I am.
When I tucked Ryan in, I leaned over to kiss his cheek and whisper the usual goodnights in his ear. "Goodnight, my sugar." "Goodnight, my Mommy." I snuggle my cheek next to his, and then he puts his hand against my head. "Um, Mommy? Could you get off me now? I need to go to sleep."
Oops. <lol> Too much love.