I totally overslept this morning, which means that much chaos ensued.
“Get dressed, Connor. Get dressed! GET DRESSED!!!!” For a child that is always moving, always going faster than everyone else, it’s amazing how he can drag his feet in the morning.
We were about ready to bolt out the door, when he says, “wait, I have a note in my backpack to show you.”
Crap. We don’t have time. But I held my breath and bit my tongue, because it was important to him. He takes this folded paper out, opens it up, and says “I want to read it to you.”
“Mom, thanks for taking me to school so I can be smart.”
I almost missed that moment, because I was worried about being late. To hell with being a couple of minutes late.
Now I could get hung up on the spelling, or the fact that he wrote “has” instead of “thanks”, but I’m more fixated on the fact that this is amazing progress. And I’m ashamed to say that I had feared my son would not get to this point. I had serious concerns that he might not learn to spell or write. A few months ago, as he sat at the table crying because the homework was too “hard”, I told him “you will learn to read and write if it kills me. I will not let you grow up to be dumb. You are a smart boy, we will not give up until you learn, and I promise you, one day you will thank me.”
This note was totally a first-grade style thank you, complete with awesome pictures of us in the car. See how we’re both smiling? That’s because we are so happy to be out of the house at the ass-crack of dawn, driving to school in my five-wheeled car (I’m such a super awesome mom that I have an extra wheel on my car, in case of some kind of wheel emergency). Also, our house has no windows because it is the homework dungeon of doom. But who cares, it worked??!
Me: “This is the best, most perfect note you have ever given me. I’m going to take it to work and hang it up at my desk, so I can look at it all day.”
Connor: “But what about after work?”
Me: “Uhhhh, well….”
Connor: “You know, you can just fold it up and take it with you. You can take it to the beach with you.”
Me (thinking): We live in the middle of Texas.
Connor: “Or you can take it with you on the train.”
Me: I’ve never been on a train in my life.
Connor: “Or you can take it in the car when you drive around town, and go to Target.”
Me: DING-DING-DING-DING, we have a winner!!!!
Me: “You’re right, I sure can fold it up and bring it with me, wherever I go. Thank you so much.”
Connor: “You’re welcome. Now, let’s DO THIS THING!!”
Me: “Okay, let’s do this thing.”
And after school, the stitches come out of his noggin. It’s a good day, people. Maybe I’ll take that note with me over to the Target and get some Hard Lemonade to celebrate!