7:15 am. We should be just about ready to head out the door. We should be putting on jackets and hats and book bags. I’m ready. Ace is ready. CC is (almost) ready but Jay is not in my line of sight. I call for him. “Come on Jay, let’s go.” And then I hear it. Clear and with conviction.
CC calls him again a minute later. “Jay, come on“. Again it comes … “Wait“.
He’s in his room looking for a specific toy to bring to school. After he finds it, he comes running, puts on his jacket and we all head out 15 minutes late.
An outsider hearing him say that may think he’s being rude. How dare he tell them to wait like that? Who does he think he is? They let him get away with that? I would never let my kids talk to me that way.
That 1 little word. So small. Just one syllable. But to us, it means SO much. It’s so worth running late for. It was so hard won.
I don’t take ANY WORD that my son says for granted.
That one word sounded like a miracle to my ears.