I was helping Boo with a piano lesson, and she plopped down in front of me, cross-legged. Beamed that magic smile of hers right at me and said, Hi Mommy. In my experience 17 year olds don't use the term "mommy" often. I guessed what was coming.
Surely you know the Hi Mommy I'm referring to. The one that teenage girls immediately follow with So some friends and me were thinking we'd go over to Cassidy's house tomorrow after school and have a little school's-almost-out-for-summer co-ed party, and I was wondering if I could go? And by the way, don't you look pretty today, Mommy! Are those new earrings? And you and Papa should go out to dinner tonight for some quiet time while I baby sit. Can I?
She's got it down to an art form, really.
Except there was one flaw in her technique. A flaw that I really can't fault her for not recognizing. It's something that only happens when you're a mama. Not when your a teenager with the world on a string.
So she plopped down in front of me, cross-legged, and beamed that magic smile of hers right at me, and I'll be darned if I heard even one more thing that she said. Perhaps she said something about a duel major in astrophysics and basket weaving. Or that she was going to consider being the 5th wife of the dear older man she met that afternoon. I haven't a clue what she said. I heard not a word of it. As she was getting ready to make her request, she gazed downward for just a moment, and those lashes got the better of me.
I was drawn like a moth to the flame. Distracted from her words, I stared.
And somewhere around the cherish part that was in my thoughts... she asked me if she could go to a co-ed pool party tomorrow after school. And like I've said so many times, the lashes were intoxicating, so of course I said said yes. When will you be home? Who's gonna be there? Will you leave me Cassidy's mom's phone number so I can give her a quick call.
Lest I forget.
I don't ever want to forget.