Today I was shopping at Target with Lindsay and both of my grandkids, Sam (4 1/2) and Jillian (19 mos). Lindsay has been sick for several days and just feeling pretty lousy, and not getting much rest, as you can imagine. We were heading to checkout, and passing the endcap with all the flower bunches, Sam plucked one out and began carrying it toward the front. I told him he needed to put it back, to which he replied "But these are for MOM!" I asked if he wanted to buy those for Mommy, and he said "Yes, they will make her feel better." He ran over to tell her he was getting her some flowers to make her feel better, and of course we both nearly lost it right there.
We got in another line, paid for the flowers (not the most fragrant in the display, but he chose them - purple mums), and he went back over to Mommy, who was checking out her groceries. He made a little bow, and then got down on one knee and presented the flowers to his mother. She nearly started crying again, as did I, and probably the cashier too. (I knew all those Disney movies would pay off . . .)
What a sweet and touching gesture. Just when we think our boys are a lost cause of rowdy, uncouth behavior and loud, inappropriate outbursts, they go and melt our hearts with a tender moment. Maybe this will buy him some grace next time he decides to break all the eggs in a bowl, practicing to be Ratatouille . . . but that's another story . . .
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