Many thanks to my friend Clarissa. This is exactly how I feel.
While driving in the car with my son, I had to give way to an ambulance that was headed just a couple of blocks ahead of where we were. There had been an accident. No one was hurt, but I was able to infer that a cyclist had been hit by a car; a Jeep Liberty to be precise. As we drove past the accident my son stated that he, and i quote, LOVES seeing accidents. I needed to understand why, and so I asked. His explanation made sense, he said the accidents made him ask questions and therefore he learned new things. He said he found it ‘interesting’. It was then and there that I said, oh no, he’ll be one of those. He’ll be the cause of so many episodes of road rage. He’ll make people late. He’ll be a professional rubber necker.
I needed some piece of mind. I asked if he wanted to work on an ambulance. I was promptly reminded that his desire to be an astronaut hasn’t changed, and that I shouldn’t worry about missing him because perhaps we’d be able to communicate while he’s on a mission to the moon. He said that, maybe, I could track him on my computer the same way we track Santa. At the very least, I should be excited to hear everything he would have to tell me about the journey and the moon when he returns.
My son is a dreamer. My son feels that he can be whatever he wants to be. My son is confident and persistent. My son will achieve anything he sets his mind on. So what if he causes a bit of traffic? Today, I am a happy momma.
Son: Can I have a snack?
Mom: Didn't you have a snack in aftercare?
Son: It was peanut butter. I told you, I want to be allergic to peanut butter.
Son: It dries up my mouth
I wonder why I identify with this so much.
And i came face to face with you again. And i watched you walk with such purpose and anaware of your surroundings; leaving dents and cracks filled with memories. And I stood there looking at you, wanting to leave; but you’re like a magnet. I staid for just a little longer, and then I missed you.
There's a possibility that Ted Mosby and I are related.
6 years ago the brightest light shone for the first time in our lives. Lior, you are a breath of fresh air, a reminder of simplicity and the obvious. You are beautiful innocence and the sweetest, funniest little guy. I am honored to be part of you, and proud that you are part of me. Happy birthday Coco. I love you no number ;)