Enter the sinking feeling in the pit of every mom's stomach, followed by the thought, "Lord, what did he do, now? Straight face. Just keep a straight face and handle him when you get back across the street and safely behind closed doors."
Thankfully, my neighbor did not keep me in suspense for long, but went right into a replay of a conversation he overheard my boy having with his friend. It went something like this.
Friend: Come on. Let's go around the corner.
Friend: Why not? Come on. Let's go.
Son: No. My mom told me I can't go around there, so I'm staying right here.
Friend: Fine. I've been their friend longer than I've been yours anyway.
Son: That's okay. I'll make new friends.
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Strike up the band! That boy deserves a standing ovation! Son, you just encountered Peer Pressure in the ring and took it down to the mat. What are you going to do next? I'm sure he would say something like, "I'm going to Disney World."
Me? I'm memorializing this moment for all time on this blog to remind myself that even in the darkest hours of motherhood, when I feel like all of my efforts are amounting to nothing but endless piles of dirty laundry and brotherly squabbles, my children are listening.
Not only are they listening, but they are applying what they are learning. Now, this does not always happen, but I praise God when it does.
This is better than the Superbowl. Better than a bowl of Ben and Jerry's Coffee Ice Cream. Better than, well, lots of things.
This is one of life's little badges, and I am proud to wear it.