From the mouth of my oh-so-innocent, sweet little blond-haired, blue-eyed boy:
“My mom says that I can be anything I want to be when I grow up. So, I’m going to be an African-American!”
We all have good days and bad days as a parent. We all pray that our children won’t end up on Dr. Phil one day, telling the world how we messed them up.
And then, out of nowhere, when we least expect it, we get a glimpse of how we’re doing.
While folding clothes and watching a re-run of Supernanny, my youngest son sat down. Just to be in the same room. To play on his Kindle. And he started watching.
“Mom? They should put her in a time out. Shouldn’t they be in bed by now? I can’t believe he even knows that word. How old is he?”
Then a Supernanny parenting question pops on the screen. We have to wait until the commercial break for the answer.
“I don’t have to wait. That’s an easy one. The answer is C!”
Sure enough, he’s right.
“You’re going to be an amazing father someday,” I beam.
“Yeah,” he muses, going back to his game.
“Just remember everything I taught you,” I say, kissing the top of his head.
“No,” he says, “I’ll remember everything you DID.”
Today is a GOOD day.
Grammy: When your mom gets back from her trip I can just hear it! You’re going to tell her all I did was feed you McDonald’s and that I yelled at you that one time.
#2son: No. You yelled at me two times.
Grammy: I only remember the one time.
(#2son places fingers on temples and closes his eyes.)
#2son: Ahhhh, yes. But I can see into the future!