In hind sight, I suppose it may have been a bad idea, but how was I supposed to know that Jonah’s friends would misinterpret what I was motioning over towards him during his tennis match as something WILDLY inappropriate?
So, he’s sitting on the bench during his tennis match at Nobles yesterday afternoon when, all of a sudden, a ball comes flying straight for him and nails him in the face. He was fine, so it was actually pretty funny; his teammates were all having a good laugh with him.
Right after it happened, I yelled over to him from where I was sitting with the kids and, jokingly, yell, “JONAH! DO YOU NEED CPR!?! CUZ IT’S OK, I AM YOUR MOMMM!” And, I start sort of going through the motions of CPR doing chest compressions and, here’s where it all went wrong, mouth to mouth rescue breathing.
Now, while I knew what I was doing and in my head was just a standing up version of cupping someone’s mouth and opening my mouth to administer the breaths to someone else’s while blowing air out, that’s apparently not what Jonah and his buddies thought I was doing. Like, AT ALL. And, if you have no idea what just happened there…PERFECT.
Jonah, though, also told me one of the sweetest little stories that actually made me tell him that he is currently my favorite child in all the family. Please do NOT take this as me bragging, because that’s not at all the point of me writing about this. It’s more the end of the story that actually melts my heart and made me fall in love with this child and the boy he’s become even more than I already was.
On the way home from the tennis match, Jonah tells me a story about how after the match him and a friend of his were walking around on the courts when his friend says,
“Jonah, your Mom is so hot.”
**For the record, I know I should find this creepy, but I’ll take any compliment I can get at this age…so, I was secretly thrilled by that even though I don’t want that part of the story to be spread anywhere, thank you.**
Jonah says, “Shut up dude, she is not.”
“No, she’s so hot.”
“Dude, she is not.”
“Oh, so you think she’s ugly?”
**And, you have to picture this next response because it’s maybe the sweetest thing a 15 year old boy could say in defense of any woman, let alone his own mother.**
“I don’t think she’s hot. I think she’s beautiful.”
Ok. See? I’m not crying. You are.