Boy Child and I were on a walk last night. It's a bit chilly here in East Tennessee (chilly for us anyway) and we both had on jackets. Boy Child told me, as we made our way down the winding road, that he was not allowed to wear his hood up while he was in school. He wondered, aloud, what the reason for this could possibly be. I gave him my thoughts.
We came upon a family on the path. A large family who seemed completely unconcerned they were covering THE ENTIRE PATH and totally being rude. But whatever. The Boy Child moved behind me as we passed and I said to them, "Good evening!"
The totally ignored me.
Okay, not true. They looked at me. And said nothing.
We walked on.
"That was kind of rude," said the Boy Child.
"Yeah."
"Do you think they think we're in a gang?"
"Excuse me?"
"I have my hoodie on. Do you think they think we're in a gang?"
"Son. My hoodie is PINK. What kind of gang would we be in? A PowerPuff Girl gang?"
He considered that for a moment.
"We can be in a gang that likes to bake and loves Jesus," he decided.
"Good plan."
He then did a high kick and shouted, "We kick ass for the Lord!"
Y'all. I'm not positive. But I'm pretty sure that there will never, ever, EVER be anyone good enough for him.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Of course.
Yesterday the Boy Child got in the car, shut the door and gleefully asked me:
"Guess what I learned in school today?"
I knew the answer. I did. But I asked anyway.
"What?"
"SEX," he told me. Except the way he pronounces it is "sacks". Which is funny in and of itself, but we won't go there.
(Sorry dad.)
Anyway, I asked him if he had any questions or wanted to talk about anything and he said no, he thought he was good. Then a couple of minutes later he said,
"You know what I would say if one of my friends said they needed to do sex to be more manly?"
Oh God.
"No, what would you say?"
"I'd say, 'Don't come crying to me when your penis falls off!'"
"So...you learned about STD's, I take it?"
"Yes!"
It was fine, really, until he was working on his current events homework and instead of political he wrote "poclitical". I really lost it at that point.
This is motherhood. Day 4210.
"Guess what I learned in school today?"
I knew the answer. I did. But I asked anyway.
"What?"
"SEX," he told me. Except the way he pronounces it is "sacks". Which is funny in and of itself, but we won't go there.
(Sorry dad.)
Anyway, I asked him if he had any questions or wanted to talk about anything and he said no, he thought he was good. Then a couple of minutes later he said,
"You know what I would say if one of my friends said they needed to do sex to be more manly?"
Oh God.
"No, what would you say?"
"I'd say, 'Don't come crying to me when your penis falls off!'"
"So...you learned about STD's, I take it?"
"Yes!"
It was fine, really, until he was working on his current events homework and instead of political he wrote "poclitical". I really lost it at that point.
This is motherhood. Day 4210.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Changing focus.
I've set my new book aside. Just for now.
Instead, I'm writing a book about being a mother. Not that I'm a good and/or appropriate mother. I'm not. I probably never will be.
But I am what I am.
And there are stories there too.
So. We'll see how that goes.
Instead, I'm writing a book about being a mother. Not that I'm a good and/or appropriate mother. I'm not. I probably never will be.
But I am what I am.
And there are stories there too.
So. We'll see how that goes.
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