It would be hard to have me for a mom. I'm always asking my kids, "How do you feel? What do you think? What did you do?" I do it because they say such interesting things. Not interesting like watching Cosmos, or going to a museum, but interesting like, "Wow. Where did YOU come from?" Almost like they're experiments. Sometimes they're just so much their own people it's like watching a train race past on the track and I'm standing there in the blowback wondering what just happened, and I turn just in time to see someone waving from the caboose, already disappearing.
Last night as I was tucking John in we were just kind of hanging out and chatting about having his best friend, Justin, come spend the night in a couple weeks. John was cuddling Sarah and was being crowded out of bed by approximately 7,000 other stuffed animals.
"So," I said, curious, "what's Sarah going to do when Justin comes over? Is she going to be able to stay up that late?"
John smiled. "No, maybe she can have a sleepover with Maia. Or maybe she can just sleep in here."
"Oh," I said. And then John went on.
"When we were playing hockey a couple weeks ago, and we thought Justin was coming over that weekend, I asked him if he would laugh at me if he found out I had a doll. And he said no. So that's good."
I was speechless.
John took a deep breath. "I have to work hard to ask people questions like that," he said, a little shakily, then smiled again.
"I'm sorry I got you all worked up," I said, "But wow. Wow. John, you rock."