This afternoon Timothy and a friend went to the movie theater to see the new Star Wars movie. Since this is the first time we have allowed Timothy go to the movies alone, I walked them inside to make sure there were no problems with the tickets (which we purchased a week ago) and ... well ... so I could watch them enter the theater.
We walked up to the lady who was scanning the tickets, and when she seemed puzzled that there were three of us standing there but only two tickets, I quickly explained what I was doing.
"Which one is your son?" she asked.
I pointed to Timothy.
"Do you know what a good mom you have?" she said to him. "Your mom makes sure to know where you are, she knows your friends, she walks you in to make sure there are no problems. What do you say?"
Poor Timothy looked like a deer in headlights.
"Thank you?" he sputtered.
"That will work," said the woman. "But you really need to say thank you GOD. You are a blessed to have a mom who takes care of you."
Well. How about that? A mom affirmation ... and just like that I was grinning like an idiot.
I know I'm appreciated, but sometimes it's nice to hear the words, you know?
Little boys grow up ... darn it.