Hubbs and I met up with another couple to watch Michigan vs. Michigan State play basketball Sunday night. I can’t say I follow it, but he does and then some; I’m good with tagging along and enjoying the outing.
Talking to our oldest earlier that day, I asked what his plans were.
Sighing, he said, “Well this is when I wish I had cable because I’d rather stay home and watch it than go out and spend money I don’t have.”
So you know I invited him to join us.
“Really?” he asked.
“Sure, we’d love to have you. Come and have a beer and a sandwich on us.” I said.
“Thanks, Mom. I’ll see you later!” The excitement in his voice was palpable.
You see, between his work schedule and ours, and him having the little ones regularly, he doesn’t get a lot of time on his own much less with Mom and Dad.
Time without interruption, without tying shoes, bed times or monitoring who got the last of the fruit snax.
Time to talk, time to be heard. Time to cheer along; time to just be.
Our table brightened when he arrived, pulled up a seat, and settled in to enjoy the game.
In the big scheme of life, it wasn’t anything. But, in its own way, it was everything.
“When you teach your son, you teach your son’s son. ~The Talmud
me & my Boo
