Conversations with Tali

My son's list of school supplies has arrived in the mail. In addition, his uniform list is here. It's time to do my first "official" back to school shopping for my Tali.

As I sat there last night, reading his list, I had to smile. I know that down the road, I probably won't enjoy school shopping like I will this weekend. I have visions of a surly teenaged son being dragged to the store, arguing with me over styles and overpriced sneakers.

This time out, Tali and I will shop together. He will be excited as we pick out his knapsack and lunchbox (Hmmm...Spiderman or Transformers?). He will agonize over which pencils are the coolest. I will swing through the aisles with pride oozing out of every pore.

Last night, we were sitting on the couch together reading "Don't L.et the P.igeon Drive the Bus!" for the 300th time. Tali says to me..."Mom, can you believe I made it into that school?" "Of course!", I said. "You worked hard and because of that, they chose you. Hard work is the key son. It's not always about who is the smartest or fastest.....Mommy just wants you to work hard and to always do your best."

"Mom"

"Yes"

"I think I made it in because you and Daddy always do work with me."

"We do. But the 1969's always help each other. We're a family."

"I think my family might be the best in the whole world."

"I think you're right."

"I am."