Oh no, no, no. Love is never free. There is a premium. But who controls the cost?
I was just sitting around on facebook and was not expecting the attack. And when I say attack, I don’t mean one of warfare. I mean one of love and affection.
My darling sweet son, one of the loves of my life, decided to rub my back. “For no reason.”
Who am I to pass up a “free” backrub? (Especially since I seem to have pulled a muscle in my shoulder from carrying around school books…unfortunately I am not joking).
So, he rubbed and he rubbed, and then he karate chopped and scratched, and all the little things that our family does to one anothers’ backs. Then, I became enlightened…so far the backrub has more than 30 seconds…that means he wants something. And I think, in some ways, he suspects that I know this and he is actually waiting for me to ask what he wants. But I stay quiet. Heck, he IS rubbing my back.
This went on for nearly 15 minutes before he was able to finally ask. And guess what? The answer was STILL NO! HA…Mama wins again. Kids think they are so smart. 🙂