Sunday morning during church James, the teenager, fell asleep. His head fell over on my shoulder and, y’all, I did not even wake him up. It just felt so darn good to have him snuggled up next to me. His snuggling days are WAY past over.
So, I just carpe’d the heck out of that diem. Any time I can get some one on one time with him I’ll take it. I’ll steal it, even. In 2012, on my birthday, I checked him out of school to go see the ten a.m. screening of The Hobbit. As we were walking through the parking lot another parent saw us and asked where we were going. When I told her, her mouth dropped open in horror and she said ‘checking out of school to go the movies? What do you think that teaches him, Mom?’ I replied ‘well, it’s my birthday and that’s how I want to spend it.’ Dad gum busybody…
My birthday that year was even more poignant because we walked out of the movie theatre and into the news that the shootings at Sandy Hook had happened. Yeah lady, pretty sure I could care less about what you think of me checking my kid out of school.
I’ve been thinking a lot about carpe diem lately. Specifically, how I want other people to carpe diem. I want it in theory – in actuality, I just want to do what I want to do without thinking about the other person. I can be pretty dang selfish.
Here’s what I mean: See, I have a basketball problem. That is, if our high school team is playing basketball, I want to be there watching. I love girls and boys basketball. Problematically, I’ve got this pesky two year old that I’m pretty sure isn’t a big basketball fan. The good news is she’s a champion sleeper. So, it’s super easy to babysit for her. No problem, right? Get a sitter.
But these games are SO fun! I kinda feel guilty calling my high school sitters because I think they should be at the game too. Because obviously, I know what’s best for everyone. I don’t want them to miss out on the fun! So, I end up sending super lame texts like this to them:
You’re only young once. Don’t waste your young caring for my young. YOLO and all that. Because seriously, isn’t high school basketball the best?
It’s something to think about…
Well, the good news about him falling asleep in church is that we were sitting in the very back so hopefully not too many people noticed. That’s what happens when you saunter in THIRTY MINUTES after the start time. One day we’ll make it in time. I mean, not anytime soon but one day in the far distant future.
Until then, I’ll just enjoy whatever little snippets of snooze I can get with him.