Every morning I get up before the crack of dawn to make breakfast, pack lunch & prepare a water cooler bottle for Sam. I then wake him up, wait for him to get ready, then take him to marching band practice while it's still dark outside. Most days I don't complain. I really don't mind it too much - and it's a good time for me to have quiet conversation with him on the ride (before he has time to get all the teen angst goin'). Yesterday when I dropped him off, he just casually threw out a "Thanks for doin' this every day, Mom." Then he slammed the car door and was off before I even had a chance to recover and verify that I had indeed heard what I THOUGHT I heard. This was no mere, off-the-cuff "thanks." This was a verbatim "Thanks for doin' this every day, Mom." And at that point I thought, oh my goodness.....he actually gets it. He actually realizes that I'm going out of my way every day to do stuff like this for him. It was nothing, really....but really something (if you know what I mean).
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