Several weeks ago, Luke and I went together to the Halloween costume store, just the two of us. I had a coupon for something like $5 off a ridiculously-overpriced piece-of-junk or something like that, and the coupon wasn’t scanning correctly for some reason. It was a small hassle, but the cashier, a young man dressed as a wizard, was pleasant and diligent and figured out what was going wrong, and got it to work.
As Luke and I walked out, he called after us, “Have a great night! Thanks for coming in!”
And as Luke buckled up in the car, sporting his new police officer sunglasses (in the dark), he commented, “That guy at the register was really nice.”
It was a fact: he was. But what got me was that I wasn’t trying to make a lesson out of the nice young cashier’s behavior and Luke noticed anyway AND commented on it. It was one of those moments that hit you in the gut and you realize wow, your kid is growing up.
Speaking of growing up: this weekend, Luke cooked, yes COOKED, his brothers their lunch while I decorated Christmas cookies. He was pretty proud of himself as I talked him through the instructions on the blue box of Mac and Cheese, the standard that was likely the first thing I ever learned to cook on my own. Nana would have been so proud to see this day, Luke:).
This birthday kinda makes me panic because it means he’s almost in double digits. And he’s halfway to leaving for college. Oh my gosh, seriously. I can’t breathe.
For his birthday, he requested Steak-n-Shake for dinner, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t try to talk him into another idea. But really, it was a good night, and he loved it, and that’s all that matters.
Luke, tonight, as you said your prayers before bed, you prayed that this year not go by too quickly, and that nine would be a good year for you. So sweet, and I couldn’t agree more.