There are few things that Kameron hates more than to going to Walmart with me after school, but not many. He would like nothing more than to have me just pick him up and taxi him straight home. After a long, hard day of middle school a teenager just wants to go home and relax.
To tell you the truth I don’t like going with him. It’s a pain. All I want to do is zip through, pick up the things that I need, and get out of there. When we do go together inevitably Kameron will get distracted by someone or something and it will prolong our stay. And Walmart, ugh..Walmart is pure hell. It doesn’t seem to matter which Walmart we go to something always happens there.
When I saw Kameron coming towards my car today he already looked dishevelled. He spent the weekend at his fathers house which means lack of sleep. He went to bed late last night. Got up early this morning, and has been in school all day (poor kid.) I knew he was tired and I knew he wouldn’t like hearing we were going to Walmart. I told him that we had to stop by there, he said “REALLY??” “Mom, I just want to go home.” I told him I understood and we were just going really quick. He heaved a heavy sigh as to say why are you doing this to me?? I got it, loud and clear kiddo.
Just for good measure I grabbed one of the hand held baskets instead of getting a shopping cart. He looked at me like I was serious – I was serious – Dr. Phil comes on at four o’clock.
We walked past the deli which was busy, I told him we would come back to that. Cruising through the bread and coffee aisle I was feeling pretty good. I grabbed the coffee that Mr. D likes and we were on our way to the pasta aisle. I had almost rounded the corner when I noticed that Kameron was stopped in the middle of the aisle (distracted by the dreaded snack cake.) I also noticed an elderly gentleman with a Walmart vest on pushing a large broom down the left side of the aisle. I touched Kameron’s arm and said “excuse us” to the worker. He smiled at us and said “it’s ok.” Kameron grabbed his snack cakes and we started to walk away.
Then the gentleman said “he’s almost as tall as you now.” Which made me turn to look and see if I knew him, I didn’t. I smiled and said jokingly “I didn’t need to hear that today.” He winked at Kameron and said “sorry mom, he’s almost got you beat, but you knew he was going to be taller than you anyway.” Kameron and I found ourselves walking with this old gentleman while he continued to talk to us. “How old are you now 12, 13?” I said “he’s almost 14.” “Fourteen” he said, “you look very smart.” Kameron was just standing there, I nudged him and he said “thank you.” We all stopped together in the middle of the store. The man propped his broom at his side and said “stay in school, it’s very important for a smart young man like you to stay in school.” Kameron nodded a yes, and I said “you’re getting pretty good advise here bud.” I smiled at the man and told him to have a good day and went on about our shopping.
There was something very familiar about that man. When I heard “he’s almost as tall as you now” it made the hair on my arms stand up.
It’s exactly like something my Dad would have said.
But he’s not taller yet.