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Saturday, December 24, 2005

Doing Something Right

As a parent you always wonder if you are doing a good job or if your kids are going to be in therapy complaining about you in 20 years. Well, I can't say for sure yet but last night gave me hope.

Every Friday night is Date Night in our house. The kids know it is the night Daddy and Mommy spend together. If we don't actually leave, the kids still know once bedtime comes they are to respect "our space" by staying in bed.

Last night my 5 yr old said out of he blue, "Mommy, do you remember what tonight is?" After thinking a bit I answered 'no' to which he reminded me it was Date Night. I smiled.

"Normally it is Date Night, you are right, but tonight Daddy is going to the basketball game to see Uncle Dan sing." ( My Marine brother-in-law got to sing the National Anthem before tip-off.)

At dinner my oldest, 7, informed me he had a suprise for me after dinner. As I was cleaning up the dishes he came out of his room dressed in tan slacks, blue shirt, silver tie and dress shoes. "Mom, may I please have a dance?" He had a Christmas concert playing on TV. We danced a couple songs. Then we watched a song. Then he was tired.

"Thank you, Son. That was a nice date. You were a wonderful little gentleman."

"Mom, can we not call it a date? It was just a dance-off, ok?"

Smiling, "Sure son."

Could any mother be more proud?


Blogger Jim McKeeth said...

I love it, thanks for sharing!

Mon Dec 26, 10:06:00 PM MST  

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