Thursday, 2 April 2009
Another Hallmark Moment.
Alexander often hides himself behind closed doors, hunched over his desk. He rests his head on his hand as he concentrates on the latest "book" or "certificate" that he's making. Sometimes, he likes to surprise us and make me "Good Mummy" awards, or "I love you" cards.
So the other day, when he came out and kissed my arm, I smiled. When he took my hand and motioned me to bend so he could whisper, I knew it was coming. I'm so lucky to have such a lovely boy. His warm breath tickled my ear as he said with barely contained excitement "I have something to show you", and my heart swelled.
He took my hand, his tiny fingers linking with my own, his eyes shining as he looked into mine with that beautiful smile. He slowly walked me to his room, and said, drawing out the moment "Close your eyes, Mummy". I obliged, and he gently led me in, (forgetting to tell me to watch out for the door frame, but I digress..). He guided me over to his desk, where I knew something sweet and poignant would await me.
"Now.....OPEN!". I looked at his desk, a little confused. I couldn't actually see anything with my name on it. "What is it, darling", I tentatively ask.
"It's a mess!". He smiled, dimples turned up to high beam. "I need you to clean it".
Hmm. Spell broken. My eyebrow raised and my head tilted, just a little. Just enough for him to observe that he may just have midjudged the situation.
"Really, Alexander? You need *me* to clean it?". He sighs in relief. Obviously, I understood his dilemma. "Yes. It's very messy. Look".
Both eyebrows this time. And the death glare I inherited from my mother.
"Oh", says my little man. "Right".
Might be time for some retraining, don't you think?