"Yes", he said.
"So no silent lunch or laps today?", I replied back.
"Umm...well, I did get silent lunch."
Sigh...
me: "Why did you get silent lunch? Talking again?"
Dracen: "Yeah, but I wasn't actually talking to anybody this time."
me: "Who were you talking to then, yourself?!"
Dracen: "Well yes, I was. I was talking to myself. Actually I was mumbling...I just mumbled about this assignment and how it was...{and then I didn't catch exactly what he said here because he was sort of mumbling}and then the teacher said, 'SILENT LUNCH for you', just like that!... when all.I.did.was.mum-ble....to my-self."
I looked over at Devin who was in the passenger seat trying so hard not to bust out laughing and then I couldn't hold my own laughter back because who-the-heck-gets-in-trouble-for-talking-to-himself? I recovered quickly though by slapping my serious mom hat back on and giving him a stern little talking-to.
But then I cracked up again when I told Charlie about it later. He said, "This is like my life as a kid being replayed all over again". (because he was/is a talker as well)
It's all difficult for me to comprehend since I have never been the talker type. I was (am) so much of a non-talker that I find it all sort of baffling and downright fascinating to be honest, which is why I also find it so incredibly difficult to lecture him on it. It is foreign to me.
I was always secretly amused by the kids who were completely comfortable talking out of hand in class because I could not even fathom what it must be like to possess that level of carefree social comfort. Social situations have gotten easier with time, age and wisdom but I'm mostly still just as socially awkward as I ever was (at least on the inside)...
So what did God do? He gave me a chatterbox to raise. Oh yes, His sense of humor is alive and well, my friends...alive and well.
Laughing through it,
Cute story, a quiet mom raising a chatterbox. I am on the quiet side too, so understand what you are saying. Maybe God does chuckle when he sees you two together, quiet and chatty.
ReplyDeleteIn first grade the teacher told my mom I need to interact more in class. For the next several years teachers were trying to get me to shut up. Somewhere in high school i did. I still dont say alot if I dont have too.
ReplyDelete"Mama, mama, can she talk?"
ReplyDeleteThere is a blog that is titled that!
ReplyDeleteI am quiet too. If I did, that was pretty rare. My son is a chatterbox too. Sometimes it makes me uncomfortable when I'm in a public place and he'll start a full on conversation with complete strangers. I love that about him though.
If our boys met, they would have a talk off....and we will eat their Halloween candy...