Mental note: Don’t do the chalice lighting with the TV on.
Last night, back at home after baseball practice, Mythankfulboy and I went our separate ways in the house. I made dinner, ironed his clothes for the 8th-grade dance (“formal”), and packed up and generally prepped for the following day. It is fairly unusual for the TV to be on these days; B is usually gaming or Youtubing if he’s doing media, and I tend to only turn it on if I want to watch a movie or rest, and there’s not much time for those. Last night, though, I was sewing up a hole in a sweater of my mine and had turned on re-runs of King of Queens when he finished his before-bed routine and came to sit down to complete our evening ritual. I sat on the couch with my feet up on a stool, TV to my right, and B sat across from me on an ottoman and faced the TV with me to his right.
Me: So what are you thankful for tonight?
B: I’m thankful for my new bat. It’s pretty awesome.
Me: I’m glad you like your new bat, and that you were able to get the one you wanted.
B: So what are you thankful for?
Me: I’m thankful that I had a kid cancel tomorrow and another agree to come early so that I can get home to help you get ready for your formal. What about you?
B: [no answer]
Me: And YOU?
B: [no answer]
Me: B! [using full name] I’ve asked you the same question twice now!
B: What was it?
Me: I asked what you were thankful for!
B: You did?
Me: Well, I said, “And you?”
B: Oh! I thought you were just starting a new sentence and never finishing it. Besides – I already told you what I was thankful for.
Me: You did? What was it?
B: My baseball bat!
Me: Oh yeah. I remember that now.
He laughed, rose slowly and walked over, leaned down laboriously and laid his head on my shoulder as a hug, said goodnight, then sauntered off to bed. The teenage big-body-moving-slowly. The little-boy-big-heart trailing behind him.