Repost (original post 3/14/17)
(Time to make a new flannel shirt!)
I asked my dad if I have ever made him cry in front of me before, because I don’t remember ever seeing him cry. He said, “Once.” He told me that when I was 3 years old, he laid out a pen, a dollar, and a toy of some sort in front of me. He wanted to see which one I would pick. I think that a lot of Chinese people do that… It represents what you’ll value most when you grow up. Like the pen is intelligence, money, is well, money, and the toy is fun. He was just doing it out of curiosity and boredom. It was interesting for him to see which one I’d pick anyway. He said that I just sat there and stared at the items. He sat across from me and waited patiently. According to him, I crawled towards them, he held his breath, and I pushed everything aside and went right into his arms. He didn’t realize that he was one of the choices. And that was the first, and the only time I made him cry.-author unknown (to me, at least)
I don't know if this story is true or not, nor do I know who the original author is. Does it matter? Not really.
Today is a snow day. I made biscuits and sausage. Drank coffee and ate yogurt. It is really coming down hard. Had quiet time with the kids at the breakfast table. Looking out at the snow, my son (11) quietly said "Wow".
"You look so pretty right now."
Did my son just say that to me? His mom? I think he just earned himself that flannel shirt he's been longing for. "I know you're busy, Mom. You don't have to make one, really. We can buy one..."
No. We won't buy this one.
Sweet stories. When my son was about 5 and I was dressing to out he told me "you look beautiful Mom"ReplyDelete
It melts me when my son compliments me, too! Nothing sweeter!Delete
Awww, that's sweet!!ReplyDelete
I know, right? These kinds of things resonate with me lately.Delete