So our oldest son is seven and I always feel like I have a little time before he acts like a teenage. Today, I talked to him and heard crickets Today, I heard a goddamn forest of crickets. Chirp, chirp.
“Hey Vincent? I am just so proud of you. You are working so hard at being a better reader in school and you are working on doing better and you are just so loving to all your friends…” -me
Then it happened… his little, brown eyes started darting around the car- back and forth. And of course, I just kept staring at him. And then he looks at me and says…
“I’m just proud of you.” -me
And then it was seriously just awkward silence. Freaking crickets.
It was like telling a someone you love them and just hearing the sound of their feet catching on fire as they run away.
So thanks for allowing me to pour out my heart on a Wednesday morning and giving me sketchy eyes and the sound of crickets.
Until next time,