Tonight my son and I went on a date.  The Boy is 7 years old now.  His idea of a great date was to pick up coffee and hang out at Barnes & Noble and finish reading our joint book we have been working on.  I love that he thought of coffee first, I haven’t lost all parent-sense, he had frozen beverage.  On the way there though, he received a phone call from his friend.  They chatted for 15 minutes or so, making plans for a get together.  I had no intentions of hurrying him off the phone until I realized he may be on it all night! It was so strange to sit there and wait for him to get off the phone. I heard him asking questions, waiting for responses, and then answering questions he was asked. It was really surreal. This wasn’t the quick conversation he will have with my mother, it was him socializing with a friend. After he hung up he said he was happy he was able to chat with him, since he was missing his friends from school.

While we were at the book store we read, and talked for nearly two hours.  We found perfect cookies to snack on.  On the way home he asked why we needed a date, and I said because I wanted to spend time with just him.  He commented that he liked not having the “distraction” of his sisters.

As I was driving on a side road I thought about the fact that I barely remember a time without him.  I remember when he was little, I remember picturing him all grown up.  Whatever I never thought about were all the years in between.  His friends, his stories, his love of Pokemon, his lack of front teeth.  It’s so amazing, and endearing.  I’m just so amazed by it all.

kelly