Those are the moments which feed us strength and patience through the tough times.
Like all parents, I look forward to these sweet, blissful moments. However, I admit to you, these moments become less and less frequent as your sweet children morph into blasé teens. The enthusiasm in teens is abysmal at best, especially with parents. While they'll whoop it up with their friends over a team victory, as their parent, your heart jumps for joy if they simply crack a half-grin as they look your way (or at least you think they're looking your way - you're not really sure, but you tell yourself yes, that look is meant for me) as you sit up in the bleachers doing your absolute best not to do anything that could be misconstrued as "embarrassing". Death to you for cheering too loud.
Yes, it's been awhile since I've seen that deliciously wonderful look of pride shoot across LB's adorable face. At the age of 13, not much phases him. While I haven't tried it, I'm fairly confident I could tell him we were heading to DisneyWorld this weekend and he would respond with a simply understated, "Cool."
So, to the observant waitress who is either not shy about dishing out compliments or simply blurts out her thoughts as they run concurrently through her mind, I thank you from the bottom of my heart! Your words caused a reaction in LB I haven't seen since...since... I can't remember.
Your words caused LB to straighten up in is seat. He sat straight. He sat tall. He BEAMED with pride, smiling, making contact with both me and Doc H. Furthermore, when you left our table side, LB continued to revel in your remark. It was, indeed, a snapshot memory for me... one I will never forget.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for telling LB, "Oh my God! Your hair is perfect!"
|LB's hair doppleganger|