We were stuck in traffic…in grid lock trying to cross the causeway from the city to our little town, it was way past supper, it was hot….and we were late, but the kids were happy…there was a sense of calm in the minivan…it was unusual.
It was only Tuesday and the week had already thrown us a few hard punches…one of which was a broken jeep… not worth repairing…..our 2nd vehicle… the one my husband uses so that he can come and go as he pleases without taking 3 young kids with him wherever he goes.
We were on our way back home from picking my husband up at work…nearing the end of supper time rush hour traffic…there was an accident, and here we found ourselves at a stand still. This is typically witching hour in our house, everyone is usually tired and hangry but today it was anything but. My husband, ever the optimist, commented that even though we were stuck, hot, hungry and now late for my son’s baseball practice, at least we were safe and we were not the ones in the accident, if we thought our week was bad the unfortunate people in the accident have had an even worse week.
Shortly after he made this comment IT HAPPENED …the van fell silent…this is abnormal with 3 talkative kids, all constantly striving for our attention. In the midst of the silence our maturing 8 year old softly said “Daddy” in the sweetest voice, full of enthusiasm he began telling his father about something that happened at school earlier that day.
I didn’t hear the story, I was too busy thinking about “daddy”.. the way he said it, the innocence in his voice, the excitement I could hear….the love I could sense in just the way he said “Daddy”….then I wondered how much longer this would last…how much longer he would call him daddy?
My husband works long hours and unfortunately gets to spend little time with our children….I’m their primary go to…their constant…their chef…their chauffeur…their complaints department, their bouncer, their enforcer of all rules…so it’s rare now for my son to call me “mommy”….Sadly, I’ve been upgraded to “Mom!”
I love watching our son grow up, I love all of the first milestones, I love that he is gaining independence, I love who he is becoming….but most of all, right in that moment, I loved that he was still a little boy-no longer a toddler but not yet a pre-teen, he was still excited to spend time with and share is day with his father…
I love that he still calls him Daddy❤