a mother's day

We took the boy and the dog to the beach yesterday. I took my sketch pad along and doodled a little and played the game we always do when we go to Dog Beach. Name the breed.

After a while I wondered over to where Thom was playing. We laid on our stomachs and kicked our feet. The sun warmed our shoulders. We sifted through the sand in search of tiny treasures. Our heads bumped every once and a while. Thom's freckles looked exceptionally cute. I asked him to tell me a secret. He had to think for a bit before he said, "Zack's* breath still stinks."

A few months prior, the topic of Zack's breath had come up and I told Thom that it is important for him not to say anything about it because it could hurt Zack's feelings. Evidently, Thom took this to heart and stinky breath has become one of his deepest secrets.

I told Thom that I had a secret too. My secret is that I am a little sad that it won't just be me and my boy anymore. Our one on one time is over. That makes me a little sad.

My child looked me strait in the eye and said, "Okay Mom, don't be sad because from now on, I am going to wake you up early in the morning instead of Dad so we can be alone at breakfast time."

Fabulous.

* Names have been changed to protect the stinky.