14 yr old wisdom

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.