I had breakfast with YK in the city this morning. Not a big deal but to me, it's quite a milestone.
Until recently, my suggestions to eat out together were usually met with lukewarm reception. Maybe it wasn't cool for a teenage boy to be seen about with his mummy. But lately, I'm beginning to see some changes.
Firstly, he suggested going out for dinner, just the three of us. Well, we went to Porta Porta and had a great time. We're already planning the next one - fish head curry at Muthu's. Lately, he's been talking about going on a family vacation again. Our last one was more than 2 years ago. After that, he wasn't keen on anymore family vacations. This change of heart is great news for me and I'm starting to make hay while the sun shines!
Last night, when he suggested going for breakfast in the morning, I was quite skeptical. Firstly, he doesn't normally take breakfast and secondly, he's asking me out?
We ended up at Killiney Kopitiam in Purvis Street, the same cafe where SK and I had our Wednesday brekkies in the past. When we arrived, YK offered to line up for food and pay for breakfast. I like this reversal of roles.
Sitting there, watching my son, who's all grown up and taking care of me, filled me with motherly pride. He returned to the table bringing a tray of noodles and my favourite steamed yam cake. We ate, chatted and raved about the food like good friends. Then we continued chatting as I drove him to school.
I really cherish the good relationship I have with my kids. I do enjoy chatting with their friends too. Incidentally, YK has been showing his friends my blog. As his mother, I take it as a great compliment.