I've chosen to go with Just Fishin' this week.
My boy and I spend a lot of time together. Most of it is nice, some is not, and none of it is particularly remarkable. But one of the daily things we do together is go to meet his bus on school day mornings.
Being an almost-teen, mornings when he has to get up are not easy. He doesn't want to wake up, and once up, he's usually kind of grumpy. And slow. He takes forever to eat his breakfast. Forever to get dressed. I never knew brushing your teeth could take so long. Sometimes I snap at him, he grumbles back and we're both a bit crabby when we get in the car to meet the bus at the mall a few minutes away.
But a little miracle happens on the drive and during the wait. We start talking. What's happening at school today? What are you looking forward to? What shall we do after school? The bus is somewhat erratic in when it arrives, so sometimes we pull up and the bus is sitting there winking at us and other times we're sitting there for 10 minutes. I love the 10-minute wait.
We talk. Sometimes he'll pull his phone out and we'll record us singing or making strange noises. He discovered that when he burps into the phone, it sounds like a frog (that's now his ringtone). When he's alone or feeling bad, sometimes he pulls his phone out and listens to us being silly and it makes him feel better.
By the time we get out of the car, we're both happy. We say "I love you" before the door slams (because boys his age can't close anything without slamming it) and I watch my boy-turning-man get on the bus. I know this time won't last. Before I know it, he'll be driving himself around and won't need me for that anymore, so I cherish our car time - and I think he does too.
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5 comments:
I am jealous! I used to schedule car time with my grandson because it was like the only time I had his undivided attention and we didn't have to be accomplishing anything other than getting where we were going. I miss it...and you are so wise to cherish it.
I remember those in-the-car moments with my mom and dad! The best ones...
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thanks for playing, and I LOVE this -- we always walked down our lane to the bus (or ran if we were late or them early), and rarely got a ride... so the walk down was very peaceful all alone.. sometimes! listening to the quiet of the trees blowing and so on...
Sweet.
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