I Hope This Never Ends

Today I went to Taylor's 8th grade basketball game.  He played so hard, and had a great game!  After the game, I waited for him to change and come out of the locker room to see if he wanted to stay for the next game or come home with me.  As he came out of the locker room and went over to the stats table, I just had to make mental mention to myself of what a handsome kid he is.  He came out in his white shirt and tie, clean cut kid, and...there's just no other way to say it...he's handsome.

Taylor, October 2013

After he was done checking his stats, he came up to sit by me in the stands.  His peers his own age were sitting in a section to the right, including a large group of cute girls.  I always notice when I'm at his events that the girls watch him.  I know of a few secret admirers but I've been sworn to secrecy.
  He still seems to be oblivious to it, which I'm thankful for...but it's pretty cute nonetheless. So far, none of them have been brave enough to come talk to him when he's with me, which I think is funny.  However, he says that a lot of the girls tell him how pretty his mom is, which again, I think is cute. 

Anyway, he sat down and we were just talking about his game and laughing and having a great time.  Lainah was sick at home so I hadn't planned on staying at all, but it seemed like Tay wanted to talk about his day and his game so I stayed.  Sometimes you don't get to choose the moments when  your kids want to talk so as a parent you just have to watch for them and snatch them up as they come, convenient or not.  I sat with him for the first half of the second game and then said I needed to go...but before I left, Taylor put his arm around me and gave me a hug AND a kiss on the cheek and told me he loved me.  He escorted me down out of the bleachers and then he went back to the game.  It was one of those moments as a mom that I felt so thankful to have such a son.  I'm so proud of him and all of his many accomplishments and abilities, and hope that I can always be the type of mom that he's proud of too.  Proud enough that he doesn't try to hide the fact that I'm his and he's mine.