Today I walked Big Kid to school and the kids were all waiting outside of the classroom for the teacher to open the door. I sat him down next to a group of boys and went to kiss his temple before leaving. My lips smacked the air near his ear and as I leaned in further to complete the kiss, I saw a quick flash of embarrassment and annoyance. It was then that I realized he had moved away on purpose.
We are officially at the point where looking cool in front of a bunch of punks is more important than one last snuggle from mom.
I understand. Really, I do.
But I still sniffled about it a bit on the walk home.