I've been dissed.
By a 7 year old.
Not just any 7 year old, but by my own kid. Ouch.
For the last 7, almost 8 years, I have shared a bedtime ritual with him.
As of tonight, that was a thing of the past...sniff, sniff.
Like I said, I've been dissed.
When I went up to rest with him like I always have, he blocked MY spot.
Surprised and thinking that he was joking, I said, "Scoot over, Buddy."
He didn't budge...sniff, sniff.
And then the worst part...the rejection. Let me set up the scene:
Luke: "Mom, Tyler's mom (best buddy)doesn't rest with him."
Me: "How do you know?"
Luke: "I don't know. But, no other kids my age have their moms rest with them at bedtime. I am too old now."
Sound of heartbreak in the background...
Me: "Okay, Buddy. Goodnight. I love you."
I slowly shuffled myself downstairs trying to make sense of what just happened.
Wow. Growing up happens fast.