Did you keep a journal with all the cute and funny things your child did when he or she was small? I always planned to…first in a Moleskine notebook and then in a lovely journal with a fairy on the cover…and then I bought a spiral notepad from Walgreens and never wrote anything down past the first page. I’m sure if there had been an app for capturing those moments I would have bought it and filled it, but Cole was born before apps. They now have app called Posterity that lets you capture all the delightful things your kids say, but I have moved on to becoming a blogger with a new platform for sharing those precious conversations and moments.
Cole’s alarm on his phone has gone off at 6:10 every morning this week. This is odd in of itself simply because the earliest he has needed to get up this week is 9:30. Even with my less-than-stellar hearing I can hear the alarm in another room with the doors shut, but Cole sleeps through the alarm. This morning—not unlike Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday morning—I went into his room to turn off the alarm. Cole woke up just as I returned the phone to his dresser.
Cole (with bleary-eyed suspicion): Why do you have my phone?
Kb: I am going to place an ad for a package deal on Craigslist that includes you and your phone, and I wanted to make a list of the apps.
Cole: Seriously, Mom.
Kb: YOUR ALARM, COLE. IT WENT OFF AGAIN.
Cole: Are you sure, Mom?
Kb: Absolutely sure. Why do you set your alarm for 6:10 a.m. when you have no intention of getting up?
Cole (rolling over): I’m not sure…Mom, I’m still really tired. It’s only 6:15. I’m going back to sleep.
Phone rings. It’s Cole.
Cole: Mom, I just filled my car up and I can’t get the gas hose out. It’s stuck in my tank. What should I do?
I’ll admit it felt good to be needed and omniscient again, but I had no idea what he should do besides drive off really fast (and this was suggested by a Facebook friend). Eventually, with a little help from another guy filling up his car, they managed to remove the hose from the tank. THANK GOD.
I walked into the kitchen and Cole is polishing his grandfather’s fireman hatchet with my silver cloth and expensive silver polish.
Kb: Cole, why are you polishing that axe in the kitchen? Is that my good silver cloth and polish?
Cole: It’s a hatchet, Mom.
Kb: Whatever. Why does it need to be polished?
Cole (looking at me like I have lost my mind): So it can be shiny, Mom. I’m going to keep it in my room.
Kb: That hatchet is not living in your bedroom!
Cole: MOM! WHY NOT.
Kb: Because hatchets live in garages.
Cole: It’s not dirty or anything.
At this point I fear I am losing my mind. No hatchets in the bedroom. You have to stand for something or you will fall for anything…don’t you agree?
On the way home from the dentist I stopped and bought one of my favorite summer drinks, a raspberry lime ricky. I was sipping my drink when Cole wandered into the room and I offered to share half of what was left of the drink.
Now, when someone offers to split a drink one might imagine that the other person would take the drink into the kitchen and pour his half of the drink into another glass. Are you with me on this?
Cole took my drink but did not return with my half. I hunted him down fearing a discrepancy between what I said—“I will share”—and what he had possibly heard—“You can have the rest of my drink.” I was wrong. When I found him drinking my drink, he was not planning to drink the whole thing…he was simply drinking his half of the shared drink and then planning to return my half to me. Ok.
These precious conversations happened today and I wanted to capture them quickly because the years fly by…and before you know it, they are GONE!
Feel free to share your precious conversations with your teen or your significant other.
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