It was time to re-test Peter's blood (very anxious to see how fast counts are dropping). Instead of fighting traffic after school on Friday, I waited until this morning and offered Peter a choice of restaurants for a mom-and-son lunch afterwards.
Peter actually does really well with blood tests, but he resists and groans before hand anyway. So we have a tradition of a special treat afterwards. Peter chose Wendy's today. Last time it was a Thai restaurant where he ordered his #1 favorite, Shrimp Pad Thai.
I'm a lucky mommy to have a son who will always hold my big paw in his little paw as we go here and there. Even though he's 16, he can get away with it because he will never experience puberty. I did mention to him today -- casually -- that there is some medicine we can give him to help him grow up into a man. He shook his head vigorously and said, "No! I don't want to grow up!" I pressed him for a reason, and he said, "I want to be a kid so I can always live with you and Daddy". I understand where this is coming from -- we talk occasionally about the group home he'll one day live in, where he can have a job and friends and a life of his own. He hasn't seemed the slightest bit interested, but he still can't live with us FOREVER.
Except ... he can, of course.
It is so sweet having lunch with your child. Why did I have to wait for blood tests to start this tradition? Can I persuade you not to wait? School's out, and memories are there for the taking.
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