I had one of these classic moments last night and into this morning. My son, now a freshman in college (oy, I still can't believe it) and I exchanged texts last night. He reached out first to ask me about some things he needed for his dorm. Trying not to (s)mother him, I try to wait until I hear from him to ask a question I want to know the answer to. This time it was about food, of course. I wanted to make sure he was eating. I can't help it. Jewish mom, ya know. Here was the exchange:
This morning, I couldn't help myself. I knew my mom would be laughing out loud if she could be a fly on the wall, and who am I to rob her of such joy? I sent her this very screen shot (above) of my conversation with my son. This is what I got in return:
I love sharing this kind of laughter with my mom. We'll forever share the bond of being two links in the same parent-child chain of love. I know how much joy she gets hearing from me about what a good mom she is. And she is. Stellar. I'm proud to be like her in any way I am.
I live for little moments like this.
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