I upset my eight-year-old son yesterday. I’m not sure how. Something I did or didn’t do. Either way, though, in his eyes I’ve been falling short as a mom, and as he spewed out a litany of complaints,
I did my best to focus, eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep.
Hours later, after he went to bed, I found a note on my pillow, only this one wasn’t as loving as the others he usually leaves (see last week's post titled 'Definite Keepsakes').
On it, he’d drawn two stick figures (one labeled YOU and the other DIFRENT MOM), and next to each was a vertical tube-like bar. Mine was shaded half full with a number 5 beside it, but DIFRENT MOM’s was shaded all the way to the top and had a decorative number 10 scrawled next to it. And below both he’d written this pleasant little message:
Mom, if you are NISER to me the bar can still go up.
My husband laughed so hard he almost fell off the bed.