A photo of the Brat and I – he’s 24 here and 20 in the below story.
He makes my heart happy.
We had a bit of a argument the other night and I sort of behaved badly so apologizing the next morning (while he was hugging me – forgiving me) I said “I guess you think I’m a bit crazy.” I sort of, kind of, threw a framed photo of him down the basement steps after arguing with him. We were both sleep deprived – him after a 10 day trip and me because that’s my life now – lack of sleep (menopause has simply kicked my butt!) . . . He pulled back from me (grinning) and said “Momma, I already knew this!” We both busted out laughing. And that best describes my life with this beautiful soul God Almighty has been so kind to allow me to journey with – JOY!
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So I got up this morning and thought “Hey, I’ll make that kid some breakfast — I never get to do that anymore.” And so I did.
8:15 a.m. arrived – no alarm clock sounds . . .
8:22 a.m. arrived – no alarm clock sounds . . .
And no David wandering down the hallway sniffing the air from the aroma of a fresh toasty breakfast English muffin egg sandwich and fresh hot chocolate (ok, it was a Swiss brand packet, but, hey, I did have to warm up the water on the stove!)
Beginning to worry that he was over-sleeping I wandered down the hallway, slowly opened his bedroom door and observed the young man rolled up in blankets attempting to stay warm. He looked so comfortable, apparently in a deep sleep – I just hated having to awake him unto the reality of his day – school, work, homework, it’s all the kid does!
Though I regretted having to do it I called out “David, honey – awaken, Darling, to your day of toil!” He popped open his eyes and rolled towards the sounds of cheerful greetings. His precious face was contorted though, why it almost looked confused. It was a deep sleep obviously I had beckoned him from, probably even some fabulous dreams of a shiny lime green KIA Seoul and appropriately clad young women accompanying him on a road trip ( no doubt Cedar Point amusement park).
After managing to get his eyes fully cracked half way open, and focusing on the object of noise beside his bed, he realized it was me and not one of the appropriately clad young women accompanying him to Cedar Point amusement park in the car talking to him. Whereupon he drew a deep breath of air and expelled it as a wincing sound while listening to my admonishment that he had indeed overslept!
To comfort him in his obvious state of confusion and likewise obvious need to “chop – chop” get moving or he’d be late. I stood beaming with my happy news for him, “Son, I’ve made you a hardy breakfast from which you will gather strength to face your tedious day of toil, now come on, get up”!
Finally, the lime green KIA Seoul and his friends went “poof” from his fully relaxed brain, I knew this because his eyebrows drew together as he focused on his mother cheerily standing next to his bedside all proud that she had indeed cooked his breakfast for him AND that she was saving him from being late!!!
Do you want to know what the brat kid of mine said? “Mom, it’s Good Friday, I don’t have school.”
Tip toeing out of the room I slowly closed his softly squeaking bedroom door and gingerly released the door handle wondering if it would make that click sound as it reunited with the mechanism in the door frame.
Sighing, feeling remorseful that I had woke the kid up, I turned to make my long trip down the hallway, defeated I was I tell you, defeated!
Then it hit me – there wasn’t one cup of Swiss hot chocolate with swirling aromatic scent wafting its way down the hallway. . . there was now two!!! I skipped the rest of the way into the kitchen.