Yep, mainly buddies, friends call me Gabe, many women in my life, including W and Mother, call me Gabriel. Not sure why the difference. Your son is named well!
I'm working hard to avoid signs of dating/OM. That crazymaker stuff really zaps the PMA and my zest for GAL work.
W and I had several calls back and forth that she initiated, requests for info about airport transport/parking, sharing into about S5 with me regarding his summercamp plans, and about this evening. Saw her at his swim lessons. I had asked her if she wanted me to pick up a slice of pizza for him and she said yes, so I did so. While there, I called and asked if she'd like a slice and she acted pleasantly surprised, but noted "I'll pay you back." I told her not to worry about it, but felt something important there - like I need to respect her need to be/feel independent right now.
At swim lessons, she was sitting with a row of mothers, then moved up to sit with me 2 rows up after I arrived. It was a pleasant convo and laughing about S5's antics during the lesson. Once during horseplay on the side of the pool, S5 let go of the side and went under the water. W bolted upright and started to race toward him, but a lifeguard promptly lifted him up and placed him back on the pool wall. I'm one to let him struggle a bit before I do rescuing, just to see how he does. Without saying anything, W acknowledged the benefits of doing so - letting him try a bit more, and noted how it was good to see him holding his breathe automatically.
It was a good interaction. Not completely comfortable, yet better than during last week's lessons.
