TLP (our son the little prince) was cuddling with me one morning a few days ago and he was staring at the swaying branches of a tree outside our window.
“Whatcha thinkin’ buddy?”
“The summer just flew by. Time goes really fast.”
I think, my 9 year-old son has an old soul.
And, of course, I felt a song coming on . . . Joni Mitchell . . . ♫And the seasons they go ’round and ’round —–♫ I am interrupted.
“Ohhhh, Eeeee-Mom, please, not that song agaaaaaain??!!“
Ok, so I think, he has a old, yet non-mushball, soul. Also he knows I start to weep at: ♫Now the boy moves 10 times ’round the seasons . . . .♫ And it is only 7:30am and before my second cup of coffee. An intervention is necessary.
“Well,” he continued, “at least we are going on vacation next week.”
Ok, now he is back to being a spoiled NYC kid.
“Buddy, YOU have been on vacation since you were born. You are just changing locations for a couple of weeks to keep Mommy and me company while WE are on vacation.”
Thank Goodness he morped back into a regular kid. If he hadn’t broken my sentimental downward spiral, I would have arrived at the office, grabbed my assistant’s box of tissues, put in a DVD of family photos and disintegrated into a puddle.
Thanks, bud, for keeping it real.