I was driving home from the hospital with Abby Rose, and along the way we picked up Will at school, and then Hanna at piano. Hanna and I were chatting just as we always do. My sweet, little, innocent Hanna who still LIKES to talk to me. I say it that way because some of my friends have girls who DON'T LIKE to talk to them. Can you believe that?
We arrive home and I notice a large group of kids standing on the corner. Their body language screams something is going on here. I say to Hanna. "Something is going on, I wonder what." I keep looking at the group of kids as I am unloading my own kiddos. Hanna opens her door, gets out, and says quietly, "Mom, don't embarrass me." My brain snaps to attention, but of course I show nothing on the outside. Not even a minute flinch. Hanna doesn't need to know what is racing through my mind.
Of course, I am silently obsessed. Hanna thinks I could embaress her? The little girl I've known all her life is worried what other people think, speciically 6th grade boys. Oh no, what is going to happen next.
We go about our evening and finally I find a time to say, "You thought I would embarrass you, what do you mean?"
"Mom I thought you would go over and say something like you guys need to go home. Their sixth graders mom!"
Like a whipped puppy I reply, "I wouldn't do something like that." It's all I could think of at that moment. No clever reply just a meek group of words escaping my mouth. This mom has been temporarily whipped by a 5th grader! But guess what, the 5th grader is still TALKING to her.
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