I initially planned on telling everyone how I got told today, at work, by one of the guys in my previous entry, how I was *ahem* "...not like any of the other middle-aged ladies I work with....", because, I am, quote unquote, "...the coolest one."
I think it was a compliment. (It's been a rough week, and I am holding up as best as an old lady in a push-up bra can.)
Instead, I have decided to share with you something Nolan said the other night.
We were out to dinner. Ben was yakking up a storm. Ryan, who is looking to beat Ben at Super-Yakdom someday, was yakking up a storm. Audrey interjected from time to time, and Mr W sat at the end of the table, pretending he didn't know us. He was prepared to leave at any time, who does he think he's kidding?
I sighed and turned to Ben, and I hugged him, and kissed his cheek as I said to him that I am pleased he is who he is and that I wouldn't change him...but I can hardly wait until he calls me to tell me, "Mom. My son(daughter) won't shut up," and how I will laugh the evil cackle of a mother who feels that karma has been kind to her.
I looked across to Nolan, who by now has resorted to discreetly sticking his fingers in his ears. Because that is so classy at the dinner table.
"No, wait," I said. "It will be you. You, who can hardly stand the yakfest that is my every day, will be the one blessed with a child/children that are just like Ben." And I made the universal talk-talk motion with my hand.
Nolan started laughing, shaking his head, and not missing a beat, he said: "If that happens, that will just be proof that God doesn't love everyone equally."
Mr W turned to me and commented: "That's you. That is ALL you."
I looked across the table and mouthed, "I love you, son." *wink* "You're my favorite."
He giggled and reached for my hand under the table, the gangly limb of his arm just barely closing the distance.
It was perfect.
As I looked around the table, I realized karma was being kind to me right now.
And I laughed the evil cackle of a Mom who appreciates it.