He loves me ... He really, really loves me!

I have a 14 y/o son that I'll call HotShot. There was a play at this school tonight (he's a freshman in high school) and I volunteered to sell tickets. Normally HotShot prefers for his friends to think he hatched from under a rock ... or at least that's the way he makes his dad and I feel. But tonight when we were walking into school, he was holding my hand. And ... after he showed me where I was supposed to go, he KISSED me goodbye. He loves me ... he really, really loves me. I think we may have turned a corner tonight. I think maybe he's not embarrased to have parents, anymore. It's a miracle!