Caroline saw me with a runny nose today, and was concerned about small
tears in my eyes. I wanted to make sure I explained to her that it was from being happy, not
sad. I told her how proud I was of her and I loved her sweetness
and that she was smart and beautiful. We chatted for a while, and she mentioned she was going to tell her
PE coach that she was still mad at him for making her run the mile backwards—the
opposite way instead of the normal way. (I made sure to ask if it was literally
running backwards, but it wasn't, lol.) I told her it
was possible the coach thought she had real potential and was making her work
harder because of it.
“No, Mom, it was because I wouldn’t stop talking in class.”
A few minutes after that, I interrupted John Sam from the online game “Clash of Titans” on his
new phone. Surprisingly, he focused
on my words instead of the game. I reminded him that he was the baby who made me a mommy. I told him he was growing into a wonderful
(and HANDSOME) young man and how happy and proud I was that he was so thoughtful and had
such a generous and kind spirit.
“That’s why I don’t have any money, Mom.”
