Luca was supposed to go to a party last night, but it was rescheduled. So he asked me if I wanted to go to a movie with him.
My 15-year-old son asked me, his mother, to go to a movie with him. Which meant he was willing to be seen with me in public!
Not so long ago, my son refused to acknowledge I was even his mother. Then he realized he was sort of glad I was his mother, but he still didn’t want to be caught dead with me around other people, especially teenagers.
So, after an incredulous beat, I looked at him and said: “Sure.”
We both wanted to see Gangster Squad. So after we got to the movie theater, we loaded ourselves up with M&Ms (me) and Sour Patches and a Supersize Slushee (him), and took our seats in the darkened theater.
I grimaced and hid my eyes during the grisly parts. We both were duly impressed by Ryan Gosling, albeit for different reasons. When the movie ended, we looked at each other.
“What’d you think?” I asked.
“I thought it was great!” he said.
“Me too!” I said.
As we walked out of the theater, he imitated my expressions during the movie’s violent parts, cracking himself up. I laughed too.
And as we walked through the crowd, past the middle-aged couples and young couples, and gaggles of teenagers, I noticed that Luca looked completely comfortable being seen with his mother. He was actually talking to me, and grabbing my arm, calling me “Mom” and making eye contact!
And then it hit me. This just a kid-and-his-mom evening was the most fun, the most natural time that we’d had together since he was a little kid.
Today, I’m thankful for a movie night with my son.