“Alex, would you make a sandwich for me to take for lunch tomorrow while you’re making your own?”
“I didn’t say I would,” he replied. “I’m still thinking about it.”
“You’re a prince.”
He sighed heavily and took two more pieces of bread out of the bag. “I guess.”
I laughed as I went upstairs to bed.
Today, lunch time rolled around and I took the brown paper bag Alex had packed for me out of my computer bag. The sandwich he had made for me was carefully wrapped in wax paper. I opened it, and smiled. The sandwich looked delicious, but it was the handwritten note tucked inside that touched my heart.
“Mom,” it read. “Have a Great Day! Love, Alex.” There was a smiley face under his name.
When he was little, I would put a note in his Power Rangers lunch box so he’d know I was thinking about him while he was at school. It was a bittersweet day for me when he asked me to please stop sending my daily note; the other third graders were teasing him. I accepted that he was growing up, but I wished that my notes weren’t something that had to be left behind.
What I didn’t know then was that 17-year-old Alex would make a sandwich for me and tuck a note into it to let me know that he was thinking about me while I was at work. I felt loved, happy, and a bit teary-eyed. Now that’s a special lunch!