Did ya'll know that summer is almost here? This means bathing suits, beer and hopefully some random trips to places without clocks, cell phones and alarms.
Along those lines, I managed to carve out some magical moments with my family this week. Sad that I have to "make time" for it, but as a high energy, goal oriented person, I consciously must say, "Hey, what's the rush? The kids are only young once."
One of our unexpected jaunts was to a local outdoor mall after school today. Unextraordinary was the chain restaurants and Disneyfied ponds with supersized coy fish bigger than the average patron's collagen injected lips.
Extraordinary was Stink finding a random turtle wandering near some construction under an oak tree. We scooped it up, gingerly placed it in the pond, and laughed as it "Found its way back to his mommy!"
Despite days of wondering if I'm really cut out to shape the lives of two little human beings, I'm honored at how many of my childrens' stories
include happy little rugrats and their fearless mommies.
A few nights back, as I stroked my little man's moppy blond curls, I once again told him how much I loved him. "I love you so much, I can't..."
Stink: "You can't stand it!"
Me: "It's true. I can't. Do I tell you that too much?"
Stink: "It's okay. You can tell me that all the time!"
Me: "Even when you're older?"
Stink: "Even when I'm huuuuge. Like...8."
Me: "And what about when you're 11? Even then?"
Me: "And you won't care if I say it around your friends at school?"
Stink: (pause) "Mommy, let's not do that."
And that answer, my friends, is precisely why I'm taking the time to relocate the lost turtles while I can.
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