We had an unprecedented day here in the mythankfulboy household. We had specific plans for something that had to get done (and still does before snow comes, alas), and we blew them off.
Mythankfulboy was not sure quite what was happening at first. We had gone out to breakfast, and instead of going home I got the car washed. Then I turned the wrong way out of that driveway, and down a road I liked the name of but had never driven down before. “What are we doing?” he asked. Then we drove by the reservoir, and just when he thought I’d turn the car towards home I turned into a park. He had run a 5K yesterday (go B!) and was a bit sore, so I asked if we could just walk down to the water (lake, dam, river). I was pretty sure if I got him out into the park he’d want to kick around a little bit. We walked past the dam and down to the river where he proceeded to raise the water level with the number of rocks he skipped in. Finally, he looked up and said, “You ready to go?”, as if he’d been waiting on me all along.
On the way home I announced a day of rest. He said “YES!” When we got in the door he helped me set up in front of the fire to read/nap, and he headed off to his room to play video games. After a while he called “Let me know if you need another log on the fire, so you don’t have to get up!” The day went on this way, and finally I asked why he was being so nice to me. He said “Because you deserve it. You should have a day like this every weekend. You do way more than this for me.” I told him that a day of rest and contemplation had originally been the purpose of Sunday, and he said we should make it happen. I said it was a nice thought, but that we’d probably only get a day off every now and then. He said he was fine with that.
By bedtime he was calling out orders instead of taking them (e.g., “Hey mom – can you bring me some water? No! Cold water!” , “Momma, can you fix my sheets?”, “Your turn!” when the dog wanted out), but I didn’t mind. I asked for what he was thankful, and he said friends online he could talk to. I asked who he’d been chatting with, and he said his cousin and a friend from here. He said they talked about video games, mostly, and his cousin wanted to know when he’d see him. B was also thankful for crossfit training for baseball. I was thankful for him, for his sweet attention today, and for making it easy to be proud of him. This was, apparently, not earth-shattering news, because I’d barely finished my lovey-dovey offering when he said, “and I’m thankful that this fan is so quiet”, referring to the fan by his bed.
I guess when you know you’re loved, you don’t have to dwell on it. I’m thankful for that, too.