Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Forgiveness, Not Permission


















Him, casually:
"Hi Mom, we're still at the lake,
and are you ok with me
cliff jumping?"

Me, not panicked,
exactly, but nervous:
"Well, where exactly are you,
and how high is the cliff?"
Can you tell how deep the water is?
Did Mrs. DeGroote say it was ok?"

Him, dismissively,
with junior-high-boy sang-froid:
"Mom, Mom, Mom--
I already jumped.
I'm fine. It was only, like, forty feet.
Babies were doing it."

Me:
"Ok then! Excellent!
Carry on. I'll see you a little later today."

Him:
"Bye, Mom. Love you!"

1 comment:

  1. Like father, like son. You're a rock star mom!

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