Couple of weeks ago, my son came with me to shop at Costco. I need his help to push the trolley.
When we were at the till, the check out chick was literally flirting with my son.
It started out with my son telling her “ola” ( He finds it really interesting to say Ola, instead of Hello to cute girls)
“Oh, you speak Spanish?” She asked him. Turns out she is from Peru.
She commented on his beautiful long eye lashes, his beautiful smile and what a wonderful son he is to accompany his mom and helping her when she does grocery shopping.
What I really wanted to do was to bop her on her head. This is my 14 year old son we are talking about here. He is MY baby..mine..
All that she said was true. He does have beautiful long eye lashes, he does have a beautiful smile and he always help me when I need help.
But, but, but.. so many buts were rolling out of my brain..
You see, we reached that cross road..me having to let him go.
I thought letting Yaya go was tough.. it turns out letting your son go is even more harder..