My brain does the visual happy dance as my body remains in non-reactive mode. A secret? Are you kidding? For sure I want to know a secret! I want to know all. Moments like these are absolutely, positively, the best ever.
I nod my head and smile. My eyes are locked on hers and I stop typing. I’ve learned to catch the momentary hook my kids throw. I’ve been waiting for it since the last time. They lasso me in and I am captivated.
“Promise not to tell?” she continues. Such a serious look on her face. This question is like when she was little, but I know what she is going to say is not going to be about catching a butterfly.
“Yes, I promise,” I respond with my eyebrows going up slightly. Remain calm. Don’t over react.
“For real. You cannot tell anyone. I know you, Mom. You talk to other moms and you can’t say a word,” she replies with a smile on her face and a look that says, I mean it!
“I won’t,” I assure her, wondering what in the world she is going to tell me. The last time she shared a secret it was about her friend’s dating life. My jaw dropped open upon hearing the details. I’ve kept that secret, but I slip in some motherly advice from time to time.
“M is dating K.” My eyes widen and my jaw drops again. “I knooooow, Mom. For real. She says ….”
We talked awhile about dating, temptation, purity. We talked about what she wants in a guy. We talked about why Dad loves her so much (me too) and how older brother is there for her too. We talked. We talked and I learned a secret and spent time listening.
Want to know my secret? I pray.