Saturday, July 05, 2008
My son, the gentleman
Olivier and I went shopping on Thursday morning for his shoes. I tried not to look as if I was with him, but he was quite nice as I was the one with the credit card. He told me that I wasn’t too bad to go shopping with. The worst thing – he confided in me- is shopping with a girl. “Especially when they expect you to carry the bags”.
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Maybe it's just an age thing.
Cas
Smile. When I was younger, I avoided going shopping with my mother. I was 28, she was 50. And felt shy. That people would say what is this woman doing with a young man. And she made a point to tell the sales people: His is my son. Today, she does not worry anymore. She is 87. And me 65.
Katie is at the stage where we still hold hands, but I can feel her grip loosening if she sees people she knows, so we quietly let go...
Cas: Perhaps it is.
Peter: I remember you are very good at taking your wife shopping too.
Dru: Treasure those moments. I miss holding little hands. Next stop; grandchildren!
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