Kids see detail.  Even if we think they don’t.  Even when we don’t.

Yesterday as we were leaving the office, Quintus decided to practise his throwing skills on my very unsuspecting leg.  Heck did that hurt!  So in return because I was a 9 year old and wanted to get back at him I threw the ball at him.  Being all girl I miss and the ball landed in the flowerbed.

After a big search by him and our garden boy, it was nowhere to be found.  I was blissfully unaware, as I was trying to load all our crap stuff into the car.  I was about to drive away when I noticed his face in the rear view mirror.  I couldn’t understand why he was so upset, until he explained that the ball is now lost.

I jump out of the car and go looking for the ball between the bushes and flowers.  In my work clothes.  On my knees.  Getting dirty.  I found it and returned to my very thankful son.  All is well.  I put the smile back on his face and now we can finally leave.

About 15 minutes later he says:

“I’m so glad you are my mom.  You are the best mom.”

“Well, thank you very much Quintus….but why do you say that?”  —-still feeling guilty for almost throwing the ball away —-

“Because no other mom would go searching for the ball the way you did.”