My favorite director, is Steven Speilberg (ET..enough said). One of my favorite authors, is Stephen King. I've always liked the name Stephen. Perhaps thats why my offspring has that name. One interesting thing though, about my offspring. He's insanely creative. He latches on to a story he's spinning, and he will really get into it. His creativity sometimes astounds me. absurd most of the time, but astounding. some interesting doozies have come out of his mouth.
I realized the other day, when stephen insisted on going to the mens restroom at a rest stop, that it's been over a year since we had the bad touch talk. I was a nervous wreck at the rest stop, i know the ones in Daytona used to have stings in them all the time, for prostitution and truckers and all that. I can only imagine him being in there, and some horny pervert taking advantage. Since he's reached the age where he refuses to go into the women's restroom, or go pee around me really, i've let him go to the mens room, and i've always told him to scream, if something happens that he's not comfortable with, while i hover at the entrance.
Anyways, so tonight I figured it was time to refresh our memory of bad touches, and not showing our stuff to people and that some things are private. I asked him the usual questions, has anyone touched you, asked to see you, etc etc. he answered in the negative, a huge relief of course. Then I asked him if he remembered what the bad touch was and stuff like that.
Oh my god. his creativity kicked in. He started explaining about how the bad touch is illegal, and against the law, and that when George Washington was president of the united states, back in the day, he would do the bad touch with some slaves, and abraham lincoln came along and made it against the law, and long story short (he got really winded with the details and how there was a war and people were exploding and stuff like that) he said that was the reason why everyone wanted to vote for him to be president, and now we have president obama, and its still illegal to do the bad touch.
*sigh* one question gave me 15 minutes of wayyyyy too much information about former president George Washington, history according to my 7 year old.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
A Letter To My Son
To My Dear Son,
As I am writing this, I am watching you curled up with your favorite blanket, the one that your grandmother and papa gave to me for Christmas that became yours that very same day. Curled up with your favorite teddy bear, that my friend Brooke gave to you for your first birthday. A week from tomorrow you will be turning 8. We have gone through so much together these past 8 years, you and I. The choices I have made have not always been the greatest choices in the world. I had to take a moment and write a letter to you, if something ever were to happen to me, I hope that you know that I have done my best to show you all the love in the world. I have done my best to put you first, you're mine, you are my whole world, the love of my life. God put me on this world for a reason, and I believe with all my heart, that you are the reason. I may have left my mark in the lives of other people, but you, my dear son, are the mark I give to the world.
You're far too young right now, to understand the hopes and dreams I have for you. I hope that you succeed in life, that you become the greatness that I know you have the ability to achieve. I hope that life doesn't kick you down, that you are able to hold on to yourself, the innocent little boy that loves everyone he meets, and has the ability to make anyone smile.
No matter where life takes you, I fully expect it to take you far. I hope you can overcome everything, all my bad choices, all that you have seen in your short life so far, overcome and go futher than i could ever hope and dream for you to go. I know you can do it. It's like when you tell me the problem on your homework is too hard, and you can't do it. And I tell you, take a breath baby, and breathe. Then try again. and you do, and you do it perfectly.
There aren't enough words that I could type, to express how proud I am of you, the baby you were, the little man you are, and the little man you are becoming. There are not enough words for me to express how much I love you, and I hope that you know that, and can remember that love as you look back on your childhood. You and I are a team, I love you little guy. I am so glad that I have you in my life. Never forget that, no matter what. I will love you, no matter what.
Love Always,
Mommy
As I am writing this, I am watching you curled up with your favorite blanket, the one that your grandmother and papa gave to me for Christmas that became yours that very same day. Curled up with your favorite teddy bear, that my friend Brooke gave to you for your first birthday. A week from tomorrow you will be turning 8. We have gone through so much together these past 8 years, you and I. The choices I have made have not always been the greatest choices in the world. I had to take a moment and write a letter to you, if something ever were to happen to me, I hope that you know that I have done my best to show you all the love in the world. I have done my best to put you first, you're mine, you are my whole world, the love of my life. God put me on this world for a reason, and I believe with all my heart, that you are the reason. I may have left my mark in the lives of other people, but you, my dear son, are the mark I give to the world.
You're far too young right now, to understand the hopes and dreams I have for you. I hope that you succeed in life, that you become the greatness that I know you have the ability to achieve. I hope that life doesn't kick you down, that you are able to hold on to yourself, the innocent little boy that loves everyone he meets, and has the ability to make anyone smile.
No matter where life takes you, I fully expect it to take you far. I hope you can overcome everything, all my bad choices, all that you have seen in your short life so far, overcome and go futher than i could ever hope and dream for you to go. I know you can do it. It's like when you tell me the problem on your homework is too hard, and you can't do it. And I tell you, take a breath baby, and breathe. Then try again. and you do, and you do it perfectly.
There aren't enough words that I could type, to express how proud I am of you, the baby you were, the little man you are, and the little man you are becoming. There are not enough words for me to express how much I love you, and I hope that you know that, and can remember that love as you look back on your childhood. You and I are a team, I love you little guy. I am so glad that I have you in my life. Never forget that, no matter what. I will love you, no matter what.
Love Always,
Mommy
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