Oliver and I decided to make caramel apples yesterday after I put Amelia down for her afternoon nap. I had anticipated it to go like every other time I've tried to make something with him. He usually starts out strong, makes a huge mess and then ends up watching cartons while I finish the last 98%. He surprised me this time. He helped me unwrap the 50 caramels, melt them on the stove, put the 5 popsicle sticks in the apples and spoon the gooey goodness over the apples. He immediately wanted to eat one. I told him he had to wait becuse it was almost dinner time and they have to go in the refrigerator for an hour. There was extra caramel even after adding extra to the 5 apples. I thought what the heck, why can't we have a treat before dinner. I'm the mom and I make the rules (at least while dad's at work). I cut up an apple, put it in a bowl, and drizzled the sticky caramel on top. You should have seen Oliver's eyes light up when I told him it was for us to eat now. Just from his expressions he seemed to understand that it was a special treat and we were breaking the rules. One for you, one for me as we casually enjoyed the fruits of our labor. I had dinner to make and I didn't care. I was taking this un-interupted time to enjoy my son's company. Also, keep in mind he has been in the kitchen with me for about an hour. That is a record. The whole time we were eating he kept saying 'thanks mom!' At one point, he even got up and moved his chair closer to mine, 'there' he said. He looked up at me with a really sweet look and said 'friends mom'. I gave him a huge hug and said 'yes honey, we're friends'. You could tell at that moment he felt very happy, content and loved. As did I. There you go, my favorite mommy moment to date. Oliver, I will always be your mom, you can't change that, but I hope you will always want to be my friend. I am very proud to have you as my very cool, sweet, caring and sensitive little boy. I don't feel like I say that enough. I love you Sweetheart.
ps. dinner was still on time.
Oliver and I decided to make caramel apples yesterday after I put Amelia down for her afternoon nap. I had anticipated it to go like every other time I've tried to make something with him. He usually starts out strong, makes a huge mess and then ends up watching cartons while I finish the last 98%. He surprised me this time. He helped me unwrap the 50 caramels, melt them on the stove, put the 5 popsicle sticks in the apples and spoon the gooey goodness over the apples. He immediately wanted to eat one. I told him he had to wait becuse it was almost dinner time and they have to go in the refrigerator for an hour. There was extra caramel even after adding extra to the 5 apples. I thought what the heck, why can't we have a treat before dinner. I'm the mom and I make the rules (at least while dad's at work). I cut up an apple, put it in a bowl, and drizzled the sticky caramel on top. You should have seen Oliver's eyes light up when I told him it was for us to eat now. Just from his expressions he seemed to understand that it was a special treat and we were breaking the rules. One for you, one for me as we casually enjoyed the fruits of our labor. I had dinner to make and I didn't care. I was taking this un-interupted time to enjoy my son's company. Also, keep in mind he has been in the kitchen with me for about an hour. That is a record. The whole time we were eating he kept saying 'thanks mom!' At one point, he even got up and moved his chair closer to mine, 'there' he said. He looked up at me with a really sweet look and said 'friends mom'. I gave him a huge hug and said 'yes honey, we're friends'. You could tell at that moment he felt very happy, content and loved. As did I. There you go, my favorite mommy moment to date. Oliver, I will always be your mom, you can't change that, but I hope you will always want to be my friend. I am very proud to have you as my very cool, sweet, caring and sensitive little boy. I don't feel like I say that enough. I love you Sweetheart. 
3 comments:
You're a great mom Sara...
Oh, Sara. What a beautiful story. Picturing Oliver moving his chair closer to you and calling you his friend brought tears to my eyes. He is one lucky little dude, indeed.
That is the sweetest thing EVER (and I'm not talking about the caramel apples).
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