The Best Version of Me

The best version of me, is a 7 year old boy. Or at least that's how I see things when I look at my son.

He's a boy who knows when to give me a hug and he also knows when to say, "Mom, let's ditch this place and go have some fun."

"Hey Mom.... the music's not loud enough. I don't think the neighbours can hear it yet!"

Yes, he's a character. But he also has a work ethic. You might think that statement is ridiculous, unless you've seen him play hockey. If you've seen him play hockey and then you've seen the serious side that makes this defenseman a superstar. He gets in a zone before games... he's thinking about the opponents, his strategy, the goaltender and the best angles to score from.  I'm not kidding. Don't even try to have a non-hockey conversation with him pre-game.

Cj also loves seafood.... just like his mama. We were visiting Disneyworld last year and it was our scheduled day to tour Animal Kingdom. We're getting ready to leave the hotel for the park and he says to me... "Mom, what do you say we ditch Animal Kingdom and just go downtown and eat crab legs and have a drink on the deck? You know, we'll go to Fultons. It'll be way better!"

We'd been to Fulton's once before and enjoyed it. But that was 2 years earlier, when he was 4! Anyways, who am I to argue with the "better version of me" so that's exactly what we did... we went and had a leisurely day. I shelled over a pound of crab while he lapped it up and sipped his virgin margarita.

When we were in California, on our little hockey adventure, we had a blissful 2 hour lunch on the patio at Bloomingdales just people watching and savouring the 3 course lunch. Hard to believe any small boy would tolerate a 2 hour lunch... but mine does.

Don't ever offer him a Happy Meal... unless you want to get beat up. Lol!

He's a gem on a plane. He's 'Caesar Milan' with animals and he's a saint with his grandparents. He's brilliant in spelling and a 2x champion in the hockey leagues. He's 'Sergio Garcia" on the golf course... a natural, with spirit.

Did I mention he has model good looks, impeccable manners and looks dashing in a tuxedo?

I'm so proud to be his mama. I like to think he has taken the best of me and improved upon it and made it his own. It still scares me sometimes... to hear my words from his lips... to share his thoughts and predict his next move as if it were my own.  He'll make his own mistakes, as I have made mine. But I just hope he has a good foundation to grown on and continues to make his days fulfilling and happy.