They say there’s nothing quite like the special bond between a son and his mama. And this just so happens to be one stereotype which I am more than happy to be a part of. Yes, my little man totally digs hangin’ out with the woman who brought him into this world and was happier than a fly on shit when we got to have our own little date night this past weekend with just the two of us.
Since my daughter went to a daddy/daughter campout with my husband on Saturday, my son and I were able to have some rare quality one-on-one time. The kid’s face truly lit up like a jack-o-lantern when he found out that he was gonna get me all to himself. You see, normally, he has to compete with his twin sister for my full and undivided attention, and we all know that my last brain cell can only stretch so far. So this little scenario was a-ok with him. He even turned down a playdate with a neighborhood friend so that he could just chill with his mama. Is that true love or what?! I told him that we could do anything he wanted — go out to dinner and movie or order a pizza and play Wii at home. And it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out which option he went with, given that the kid has a borderline psychotic obsession with all things video games.
So we had a little family room “picnic” on the floor with our pizza and a couple of unbelievably irritating episodes of Spongebob. (Are you submitting your “Mother of the Century” recommendations yet?) And then, it was the moment he’d been waiting for — it was Mario time. I swear to you that I played so many freakin’ Mario games that I began speaking in an Italian accent and was quite certain that a mustache was forming on my upper lip as the night went on. And it clearly didn’t make a rat’s ass of difference to my son that I had no earthly clue what the hell I was doing while playing these games. The kid refused to explain the rules of any game to me, and instead, just let me fend for myself. Actually, I think it was all part of his secret master plan to beat the ever-loving crap out of me.
I may have been confused out of my flippin’ mind as well as silently wishing that my exhausted head was on my pillow upstairs, but I would not have traded that date for anything in this world. If you could’ve seen just how unbelievably happy my mini man was, you would understand why I prayed to God that I could just bottle that moment up forever. The fact that he chose to be with ME over anyone else AND that the only ass I had to give up was in Super Mario Brothers defines an absolute picture perfect evening in my mind.