Friday, August 31, 2012
My first 'Duh!'
As they got ready to leave, my husband held up a handful of things. I couldn’t tell what they were, just saw that they were all shapes and sizes.
“Look what we’re bringing,” he said.
“What are they?” I asked, thinking perhaps they were flashlights.
“Knives,” he answered.
To which my son, my favorite son, added: “Duh!”
I looked in amazement. Less than a month into middle school, and I had gotten my very first “Duh.”
“I can’t believe you just did that to me,” I said.
Misunderstanding what I meant, he said, “I’m sorry, Mom. I forgot to hug you,” and came over and gave me such a happy squeeze that I forgave him instantly.
I know if I really want to impress him, I could take the time to learn about guns, knives and sports. I’m aware that I have a lot of room to grow in that area. I once called a touchdown a home run, which is apparently a sin, especially in the South, where you’re supposed to be born knowing better.
But I have been a mom long enough to know that a milkshake after the game will cause him to soon forget, and forgive, my ignorance. And what impresses him more is not my knowledge, but the fact that I’m willing to take him to Wal-mart at 8:30 p.m. after a long day of work to let him buy a tank that shoots airsoft pellets, an item he knows I care nothing about.