I spent lunch today with Aidan. Once a year, his school hosts a special persons lunch and each student gets to invite a person or two to share lunch in the decorated, festive cafeteria. Last year, Chris went – and this year, Aidan decided he wanted me to go.
The parents get really into the lunch and bring special menus to please the kiddies. Parents come into the school bearing pizzas, take out bags and picnic baskets. There are also the brave souls who come to the lunch to purchase the cafeteria food with the students. (I am not so brave.) I brought Aidan’s requested meal of chicken nuggets, french fries and chocolate milk. (He’s a fast food connoisseur.)
The parents gather in the cafeteria and wait for the children to come in with their class. One by one, we watch the teachers usher in their students as they walk in a single file line. The students are dismissed in a mass, off to find their “special person.” It was wonderful to see the kids’ faces light up as they spotted their mom, father or grandparent waiting for them. Kids raced everywhere, jumping up to give hugs with glee.
Aidan and I gabbed with his friends and their parents while he ate. He sat as close as possible to me, hugging my arm, rubbing his hand against my hand and softly touching the back of my hair. Near the end of the lunch, one of the other mothers smiled at me and said, “He is such a sweet boy.”
He is truly such a sweet boy. There is a part of me that never wants him to change. I wish I could box him up and have him remain my sweet little boy forever, hugging my arm - just happy to be with his mom.
The parents get really into the lunch and bring special menus to please the kiddies. Parents come into the school bearing pizzas, take out bags and picnic baskets. There are also the brave souls who come to the lunch to purchase the cafeteria food with the students. (I am not so brave.) I brought Aidan’s requested meal of chicken nuggets, french fries and chocolate milk. (He’s a fast food connoisseur.)
The parents gather in the cafeteria and wait for the children to come in with their class. One by one, we watch the teachers usher in their students as they walk in a single file line. The students are dismissed in a mass, off to find their “special person.” It was wonderful to see the kids’ faces light up as they spotted their mom, father or grandparent waiting for them. Kids raced everywhere, jumping up to give hugs with glee.
Aidan and I gabbed with his friends and their parents while he ate. He sat as close as possible to me, hugging my arm, rubbing his hand against my hand and softly touching the back of my hair. Near the end of the lunch, one of the other mothers smiled at me and said, “He is such a sweet boy.”
He is truly such a sweet boy. There is a part of me that never wants him to change. I wish I could box him up and have him remain my sweet little boy forever, hugging my arm - just happy to be with his mom.
1 comment:
Tara -
I love reading your blog and tapping into your life with the kids...
at times your posts make me laugh, smile, other times cry, or even feel home sick. They ae such a joy to your life and I am so happy for you and Chris. You are truly lucky and blessed.
xoxo - T&S
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