Are you seriously excusing your mistakes by blaming them on “I love you so much?” I assure you that your teenager will read this as “I make mistakes and they are your fault,” which is actually what you’re trying to say. It’s not your fault, is it? It never was your fault.
“Well, I told her that you were sitting on the deck drinking your coffee, and then I told her that Albus was with you, and then she told me to go find you. She’d already forgotten that I told her where you were! It must be low-grade amnesia.”
No compunction about being polite, making small talk, making friends – and Number One Son is one of the most well-mannered 10-yr-olds you’d want to meet, and certainly the most well-behaved of our brood. (I’ll caveat that with, “when he’s had his meds.” God help you if he hasn’t.) It so totally floored Random Dude – who might have just been a nice old guy saying hello – that he wandered off flustered, which was totally OK with SOBUMD. I realized later that it wasn’t that he seemed creepy or gave off bad vibes or anything – Number One Son just started with the assumption that this guy had his facts wrong, and couldn’t even remember that they hadn’t exchanged names a few minutes ago. Anyone who can’t even keep up with a few minutes ago just isn’t worth his time to talk to.
To the Spouse of the Big Ugly Man Doll! She’s another year more wonderful; each year she gets older and I get luckier to be married to her.
There is a nurturing spirit that seems unique to women, and it is right and proper that we honor that spirit at least once a year, if not every day. And by honor I mean bring chocolate. And Happy Mother’s Day to all the rest of you mothers as well!