It was at my suggestion that Sam, my 15-year-old son, reserve a table for a Mother’s Day Brekkie. I had no doubt which one he would pick: KC’s Downtown Grill here in Windsor, CA. Nor did I have any doubt that it would be teeming with families: it’s part of their charm and has been our favourite watering hole since we moved to Windsor as single mum and kid eight years ago, almost to the day.
I have three very special moments that may hit a nerve if you have ever parented a boy teen.
- He told ME what time to be ready to go then showered, dressed, and was ready ahead of time.
- That he took charge at the reservation desk, was polite, patient and quite proud. Several adults jumped ahead of us and he just smiled and said it was okay. The owner, who knows us well, apologised profusely and led us to our favourite boothe – although she didn’t know it. Kinda strange how that happens?
- After a few stilted attempts at conversation we laughed. We’re getting to know one another all over again as a teenager and parent of same. We still like each other. I love that.
Maybe it should be like this all the time? I am a cynic and well versed at remaining so. It took a “Hallmark Holiday” to have mother and son sit across a restaurant table, without electronics or the Sunday papers, and just be.
Happy Mums Day,