We've been hauling kids to hockey the past few days. Rick takes the out of town games and I've stayed home getting Colton to his games. We're often bypassing each other and haven't connected a whole lot lately. I don't have the long drives he does, but I do have goalie gear to contend with. I think we're even, right?
For the first time in a long time the 4 of us sat down to dinner together last Friday. We had early practices and it made the perfect occasion to go out for dinner. With my acid reflux somewhat controlled by the ulcer medication, I feel like I can eat again without fearing all the repercussions.
Because its felt like ages since I've really talked to the boys I tried to start conversations with them over dinner. It went something like this:
Colton, how was your day?
Long pause, then, I'd say fine, pretty much fine.
What was your favorite part of the day?
Shrugs his shoulders and keeps looking at his plate.
He is very intent on eating and not giving me anything so I say:
Colton, wouldn't you like to know how my day was?
Without flinching he deadpans:
I'm trying to contain my smile as I about fall of my chair from laughter. That's my boy! At least he is honest.
Okay... Nolan will be easier.
So Nolan... how was your day?
He blushes, tries to hide his smile then talks out of the side of his mouth:
Ahhhh, it was, well, it was, okay.
Anything special happen?
Nolan, what's the deal? You used to talk nonstop about your day. Do you want me to come tuck you in tonight and you can tell me all about it?
Gees mom, no.
Nolan, I just want to know what is going on with you! (I tease him, in a mocking tone.)
Gees mom, its called puberty! I'm not supposed to talk to you anymore!
Well okay then.
Saturday night the phone buzzed with a text. Nolan was telling me he had scored a goal in his game and they won. I called him and talked to him. I boldly told him I love him at the end of the call... very quietly and quickly he said "I love you too."
Ha! Take that, puberty!