Dawn Is Me

Some days, I feel older than others.

Take a look at what I just found in my archives, from almost exactly six years ago (October 2004).

And ya know, Ricky hasn’t really changed very much since then.

Which means, among other things, that talking to him is still quite entertaining:

I love having conversations with my children.

Ricky: “Mama, I’m not going to ask you if I can have lunch or a snack, because it’s 4:15 and I know that’s too late.”

Me: “Okay, good.”

Ricky: (pause) “So, can I?”

Me: “Can you what?”

Ricky: “Have lunch or a snack?” (pause) “What’s so funny?”

Ricky turned 12 today. I haven’t killed him yet.

I think we both deserve a word of congratulation.

I was away on business this week. I left on Monday morning, after dropping Ricky off at school. So, the last time I saw him before today was Monday morning at 7:30 am.

This afternoon, I wasn’t here when he got home because David has an appointment 15 miles away in the next village. So, when I got back and saw him sitting at the dining room table, my joy at the reunion overcame me.

I walked over to the table and tried waving. Finding it surprisingly difficult to get his attention away from his math homework, I knocked on the table.

Turns out it was the mp3 player that was holding his attention, rather than the math.

Anyway, I said hi and he said hi and I said I was glad to see him, which is why I was making such a point of saying hi, since I hadn’t seen him since Monday. After all, I’d been away since Monday.

Ricky said: “Wow, I suck.”

Me replied: “Why?”

Ricky (reluctantly): “I’m ashamed to say this, Mom, but I didn’t even know you were gone.”

You know, nobody ever has to worry about me having an attack of megalomania, not while I have my children to remind me of the realities of my situation.

I’ll take comfort in that.

(Quick, Gina, what song is that from?)