We went to a friend’s house for pizza, and the moment came when three out of four kids were missing and QUIET.
I venture off and find a bedroom door closed. I slowly open it bracing myself for crayon-covered walls and a large dog being held hostage in the closet.
Instead, my son is sitting there with a sippy cup while his friend looks to me and despairs: E drank all the water!
E gives me his best stunned look. His friend, not to be outdone, sticks out his bottom lip and hangs his head. Literally.
I take a moment to appreciate at their impressive dramatics and manage to respond without giggling: E, see how sad R looks?
R nods his head vehemently.
E, seeing his wide-eyed innocence is not fooling me, apologizes and hands R an empty cup.
And while R appreciates E’s sincere words, apologies don’t refill sippy cups. So I offer to get him more water since sending my son to a sink at a another person’s home is just plain mean.
R immediately brightens up mostly because he’s relieved that he can finally put his lower lip back.
I return with the cup full of water and the satisfaction of handling the situation like a Super Mom. A mom that other mom’s would trust to be in charge of play dates and outings and classrooms.
And as me and my super cape fly out the door, I overhear E dole out the day’s life lesson: See R. That was called SHARING.
Maybe I need a few more months.
Without the support of R’s mom, I would’ve packed up my blog long ago. Thanks for being such a great cheerleader and support! She also gave me permission to post this so don’t freak out that, if we hang out together, you automatically become blog fodder. My friend has been bugging me for months to become blog fodder. Haha. But seriously, she has.