For three weeks in a row, this boy asked when we would go on another date. Way back in December, I took him to the Dollar General for his Christmas shopping and out for ice-cream afterwards. It meant so much to him, that whenever we drive past Brody’s, he reminisces about the plastic sleds he bought his sisters and that delicious dish of vanilla ice-cream. Sitting in his five-point-harness carseat, he sounds like an old man recalling the good old days.
We finally found a free hour on the calendar when we could finish dinner and head out together. He wanted to push “repeat” and go to Brody’s again, but it was closed. So, we drove to Sheetz and shared a chocolate milkshake. (It was more like a 90-10 split in his favor, but I’ll survive.)
We kept ourselves occupied with a simple memory game…
You know this one: Memorize these items, close your eyes, and I’ll take one thing away. When you open your eyes, can you guess what is missing? I love this one. I got it right every time.
Of course, we played I-spy, and find the ABC’s. Then, when the conversation seemed a little wanting, a baseball game showed up on the television hanging from the ceiling. We watched the Cardinals open a great game against the Nationals. (Look at me knowing what I’m talking about.) Kai sat on my lap and we cheered the opening homer and talked about why one guy wore a helmet, and the other guy wore a face mask, and the other guy just wore a ball cap. (This stuff is fascinating to a 3-year-old!) After an inning or two, that milkshake was reduced to noisy slurps and an empty cup. We gathered our things and headed back home.
Years from now, I don’t know if my son will still be talking about those precious hours – a few here and there – when the two of us would hang out together talking about the things that are important at the time, but I’ll definitely be the old lady recalling the good old days with her boy.
Enjoy your home,