Of course it has happened before, but today I had one of those moments. You moms know about these. A moment when I looked at my child and said, "Wow. Here is a unique person. One who I helped to create, teach, correct, feed, and all that stuff, but somewhere along the way he became a person completely separate from me." Let me tell you, I did not teach him to do this.
You remember me, the one who never even took PE as a kid. The one who has never caught a pop fly. The one who told a friend that Andy had been playing in that spot between 2nd and 3rd base only to have her respond, "known to the rest of the world as short stop." Yep. He's his own person. Kinda cool, huh?
His comment about the cut on his leg- "Wish it was on my arm or face or something. Then I would look tough." Well, you look tough to me kiddo. Be still and let me stick a band-aid on that thing! I am still your mama after all.