The other night on the phone, my man and I were talking about age. He’s about to turn 35 and we were commenting about how people don’t always know how old I am. Ya know, when you have a 5 year old, they assume that you couldn’t possibly be 40 years old. He’s always very gracious when giving me compliments and that’s one of the things I adore about him (*Words of Affirmation is one of my dominent love languages).
I went on to mention that people often comment that I look like I am between 34-37! Hey, I will take that, right?! I commented that I feel better at 40 than I did at 25 or 30!
His reaction—“Seriously Baby! You’re like a smokin’ hot ass 40 year old!!!”
Thanks Love! Glad you think so!!!
K is a boy. This means that he has lots of scrapes, bumps and scratches. In turn, he has a few scabs here and there that he likes to pick at. Recently, he asked why I keep telling him to quit picking at the scab. Here is how the conversation went:
K: Mama, what is that?
Me: Baby, it’s a scab. That means your owie is trying to heal.
K: Can I pick it off?
Me: I would really like it if you didn’t because then your body can’t heal as fast. It’s there to help you.
K: You wear heels.
Me: (laughing) Yes, that’s true, but…
K: And Teacher Bob says that Jesus heals…. So does he wear heels like you do and leave scabs around?
Me: Well… heal and heel aren’t the same thing… I mean… No, Love, Jesus didn’t wear heels.
I am in the habit of labeling things for K. When I say label I mean, “Oh, no K, you can’t sit up in the front seat of the car because that’s for adults! When you are an adult, you can sit in the front seat!” or something like, “I know you want to go on California Screamin’, but you aren’t tall enough yet! When you are older and taller, I promise, you can go on it!” It’s tough to fully explain why as well as for him to know that there are a lot of things he will be able to do when he is an adult.
Sadly, my simplified categorization came back to bite me in the butt when he pulled out Lethal Weapon 1, 2, and 3 from our DVD case. You see, I found this lil gem at Target—all 3 movies on one DVD—pretty perfect, if you ask me. He wondered if we could watch it and I said, “No, Baby, that movie is for adults!” Simple enough answer, right? I thought the conversation was over and we had moved on to something really earth shattering like, why the WiFi was so slow… but alas, I was wrong.
The next day at church, K was having a conversation with one of the ladies at church. She asked him how his weekend was. He shared with her that he got to go swimming, swing on the swings at Nana and Grandpa’s house, play golf, and watch movies… but it didn’t end there. He quickly added, “I couldn’t watch Mama’s adult movies! She says those kinds of movies are only for adults!” Now, think about how that sounds coming from a 5 year old. The way he said it, it sounded like it was porn central up in our house. He made it sound like triple X movies are running rampant and he has access to them! I was quick to retort with something to the effect of “No, Sweetie! That isn’t what I said. Well, yes it was what I said, but that’s not what I meant” and swiftly, turned to her to clarify that it wasn’t an “adult” movie, but was an action movie with lots of explosives and violence… she smirked and was probably thinking, “Yeah right!” but what was I supposed to do?!
You guessed it—blog about it and share this little glimpse into my life with all of you!
This was sent to me from one of our student worker. Really blessed me!
Thinking about all the great mothers out there! Wanted to give a shout out to you, Char! Happy Mother’s Day!!