When my son, Nathanael, was born, it changed my life forever. I now had a little person who filled my whole world and gave me a purpose. He was a very good baby. He only complained when he was hungry. Even at night, he would lay quietly to let mommy sleep even though he was wide awake. As he grew, his sweet personality and shyness were very endearing and turned my heart to mush. Even now at almost 10 years old, he is still my sweet and quiet boy. This sweetness of nature has given him friends who call him all the time. When I pick up the phone, I love to hear a little chipmunk voice ask, "Is Nathanael there?" to which I reply, "Of course," with true delight. One day, I took Nathanael to school and came home to go about the day's business. I homeschooled Caleb, tried to clean the house, and went about my day as usual. Three o'clock came and went and I didn't even notice. For some reason, my head was in the clouds that day. By 3:30, the phone rings. I hear a little chipmunk voice on the phone and I go all gushy inside. I talk to the chipmunk for a few seconds not really understanding what he is saying. For some reason, I have no idea I'm talking to my own son. Finally, he says, "Mom! Aren't you coming to get me?" I lost all the air in my lungs at that point. My eyes dart to the clock and my mind is screaming at me. How could I forget my own son? I profusely apologized to my sweet boy and promised him I would be right there. My brother was visiting that day, so I dumped the rest of my brood on his shoulders and ran out the door. I raced to the school as fast as I could without getting a ticket from the tax collector hiding in the bushes. When I pulled up, there he was waiting for me. He was very understanding of his absent-minded mother. I lavished him with candy as soon as we got home. He thought that was cool.
Doc and I have actually been tweeking with the idea of going on a date. I know. Totally weird. Not the idea of doing something romantic. It's the idea that we actually might have the guts to dump our offspring on some unsuspecting person. This has always been a hard decision for us to make. I mean, we do watch the news and let's face it, we're paranoid. That's probably why we haven't been on a real date that didn't include scarfing down our food as fast as we can and running back home to see if it's still standing and no one is bleeding. Just the other day, I asked Doc, "So, are we going out for Chinese tonight?" I was crossing my fingers mentally, chewing on my lip. I so wanted to be irresponsible. We haven't been on a date in forever and I was craving Chinese like crazy. I suggested that our 13-year-old son get a chance to hold down the fort for a couple hours. I even turned on my sexy voice and said, "We'll have our cell phone with ...
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