Whataburger!!

As I may have mentioned, my 14-year old son isn't one for talking about the way he feels.  At all.  For the past three years, my proclamations of love have been reciprocated with such words as "yeah" and "okay" and nods and grunts.

His actions belie his words (or lack thereof in this case).  Last week, for example, I was on the verge of a major migraine and could literally barely think, but I had to get Caleb (6) to bed before I could lay down and die for a few hours.  Caleb was being uncooperative to the extreme, refusing to even go upstairs, let alone all the rest of the bedtime routine.  Rob observed my dilemma and stepped up to the plate in a big way.  He offered Caleb a piggyback ride up the stairs, pulled from his big brother bag of tricks to get Caleb to brush his teeth & go potty, and left me with the prayer & song -- which I gladly handled.

So you see, I know that Rob loves me.  It would just be nice to hear it more often than once every three years.

Enter my latest text conversation with my him.  The back story: he goes to athletics first period, doesn't eat much breakfast beforehand because of the intense workout, seldom brings anything to eat for afterwards because his preferred after-workout food is Pop Tarts, which I refuse to buy.

Here is a transcript of our text conversation at 1:40 PM Friday.

Rob:  Could u bring me whataburger cause I ate my small lunch

Me:  Why don't u buy lunch today, I'm sure Dad will get u guys something tonite before or after the game.

Rob:  Please?

Me:  What time is ur lunch?

Rob:  In 25 min

Me:  Where would I leave it?

Rob:  On the lunch drop off table in front of the school

Me (relenting, thinking that I do love the kid and feeling the tiniest bit guilty for never buying him Pop Tarts): K

Rob:  Thx luv u

I about dropped the phone.

Is it really that easy?  Whataburger?

Of course not -- but I'm saving that text.

And Whataburger will forever have a special place in my heart.