On Thursdays, my daughter stays at the school after pick up time for choir. That leaves my 9 year old and I to hang out together for about 45 minutes. It’s not a long amount of time, and yet, it’s really really special.
We’ve done errands in that time before, quick jaunts to Best Buy, a fave store of his, to grab something I needed (knowing that he would enjoy stopping there with me), but our rituals on Thursday have become more routine. We either end up at the local Library where he picks out a new history book, comic book and Wii Game, and I browse to see if there’s anything new and noteworthy that I want to read. We chat about our reading choices, and he flips through the pages of a book option to see if it’s worth bringing home. We usually grab something for his sister too.
When we aren’t at the library, he asks to go to our local cafe. This means he scores a hot chocolate, and it’s not difficult to convince me to have an afternoon coffee. He likes to go and chat. If you ask him what he wants to do, he’ll say ‘chat’. That’s his thing. So we talk. Usually about Star Wars and any rumours we’ve heard or theories we have. We talk about school and in these moments he shares all the drama that comes with being in a grade four class. We make plans for the weekend or upcoming trips, a topic that this family can chat about endlessly.
In this moments he straddles being my first baby, and a pre-teen. A smart, clever, hilarious young man with a gift for puns and taking the joke when it’s lobbed in front of him. The 45 minutes goes quickly, I have to look at the clock more than I’d like to make sure we don’t miss getting his sister, but in those short moments I realize what a special guy he has become and I cherish that given the option to do anything in that time on Thursday afternoons he asks to go to the cafe for a chat, with his mom.
I hope we always can have those chats over a hot beverage.