
Today when I dropped Sam off at school I had a divine moment of realization.
I was kneeling by the table saying good morning to his buddies when the conversation started.
"We are going to beat up bad guys today," Sam's friend Kalif began. Sam and his other buddy Terry jumped right in. Being the mother I am, I quickly jumped in too. "Oh, we shouldn't beat people up," I told them. "We beat up bad guys," Terry explained with a tone that implied that the conversation was finished. Being the mother that I am...I was not done. "Oh, even if they are bad guys we shouldn't beat them up." Kalif quickly replied, "But bad guys sometimes have guns." "Then we should call the police," I responded. "Maybe you could pretend to be the police." Then in a way that only a child can say to his parents, Sam said, "Mmmmoooommm." I was shocked as I heard Sam's desperate tone to get me to stop. Then one of the boys let one rip. "It wasn't me," Kalif said. "Not me," said Sam.
As I heard Sam not claiming the foul smell on the heels of a conversation about beating up bad guys, it hit me. SAM WILL BE A MAN. I guess I just didn't think about my son turning into one. But he will.
A secret confession. I thought about stopping the teacher on my way out and asking her to move Sam's seat. I didn't.





