My Son, My Hero

This is not the post I was going to write.

As I mentioned in last night's post, my kids were rear-ended Saturday night by an elderly woman while Bob and I were at a Diana Krall concert. There was another car involved, but that was a whole 'nother story, which I wanted to save for tonight.

That story was about A Grownup Behaving Badly.

That bad behavior enraged me, and I was eager to vent.

But that story also involved A Grownup Behaving Kindly and Nobly. And the two grownups happen to be married.

Since the tale involved Billy, I let him read it before I posted it.

Billy told me it was my blog and I could write what I wanted. But he asked me how I would feel if I had been the Grownup Behaving Kindly/Nobly and I someday found out that the mother of the kid in the wreck had trashed the Grownup Behaving Badly on the Internet.

The answer is that I'd feel as hurt and angry as the Grownup Behaving Badly had made me feel. I'd feel like my kindness had been overlooked by someone eager to get revenge against someone I couldn't control.

I've known for several years now that Billy is sometimes more mature than I am. (Now that's a humbling experience.) He may still giggle about stuff like Hooters, but when it comes to treating people with respect, he can teach me a thing or two. Or two hundred.

So the post I was going to write has now been vaporized into the blogiverse. Trust me when I say that it was witty.

And that my son is the person I hope I'll be when I grow up.