He, She, They, We!

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!!

Dear Z,
Here we are again, another mothers day. As I am writing this, our beautiful son is sitting next to me reading a superhero book. He can’t read the words, but I have read it to him so many times, we knows most if it by heart. He is so amazing Z. He is so scrappy and gritty and energetic and smart. He is loving and caring. He is generous and kind. He is so many things Z and I know that much of this is because of you.  Later tonight we will draw you something special and decide which picture we should put with his drawing and this letter. I think about you on a daily basis. As our life become busier and busier, I think of you more.  You are so enmeshed in our conversations, in our lives.  I so wish that on this Mother’s Day, I could hug you. I so want to tell you how much I appreciate you. I want to tell you how much I love you. I want you to know that we haven’t ever forgotten you or the amazingly wonderful gift you gave me in our son.  Happy Mother’s Day Z. We love you.  I love you.  Our son loves you.