My oldest son is in 8th grade. He hates school. Just ask him, he’ll tell you.
He loves the idea of writing though. He gets ideas for fantasy type stories but isn’t able to write them because he gets stuck once he opens his laptop. I told him that when he gains more confidence, he’ll be able to sit down and create worlds with words. He believes me. I hope I’m right. So does he.
For his language arts class, his assignment is to write a five paragraph essay about his hero. He told me he didn’t have to think very long or hard on who he wanted to write about.
My son is writing about me!
I’m his hero.
It made me cry.
Because I realize that he totally gets how much I love him.
But I really hope he actually gets it done in time to turn it in. Remember, he hates school. He can’t get by on “it’s the thought that counts” type attitude. That doesn’t work, contrary to what he wants to believe.
Note to self: get on him this weekend regarding writing about ME…his hero. Sigh.
My youngest son loves to play on the computer. Mario games. Ninja games. Rock ’em, sock ’em, beat ’em up games. Oh yeah, and Yo Gabba Gabba games. *shrugs*
This morning, he grabbed my husbands laptop and headed for the stairs. He wanted to take it into the kitchen so he could eat breakfast and play Karoshi. Fun.
I heard something hard crash. And he cried out.
My heart went into my throat for a moment. But then I realized it sounded more like *whispers* a laptop. Notsomuch a small person. Because that small person was saying things small persons probably shouldn’t say except if they are allowed to watch inappropriate t.v…like my small child.
My 5 y/o picked up the fallen Mac and brought it to me. I was sitting on my bed with my laptop…on Twitter, of course.
He looked like he was scared and going to cry.
He held the laptop out to me and told me that he had dropped it. He stared at my face, looking for a negative reaction. He probably was greeted with more of a deer in the headlights type look.
I took the laptop from him and told him to go downstairs that I would be there in a minute.
I knew he was a little freaked from dropping it. I also knew my husband would be FUMING.
But before he left my room, I thanked my son. For immediately admitting that he had dropped the laptop. Thankfully, it was my husbands computer. *insert evil laugh*
As hard and as scary as it was for him to have admitted that he had been in the wrong, he did the right thing. I was so proud of him.
I also want him to know that as long as you do the right thing in the end, some mistakes are easier to deal with.
I also don’t want him to ever worry about coming to us with anything. I felt that if we had yelled at him about being careless, it would inevitably have a negative response. And that would start a domino effect and eventually, he’d never come to me with anything. He’d end up driving drunk with a car full of people and having something horrible happen because he didn’t call me. Because I yelled at him when he was five and dropped his dads laptop. So yeah, I refused to yell.
Then, I hid my laptop and yelled at him to never touch mine!! 😉
Remember when I said that it’s in the little things in a post a couple of days ago?
Sometimes, those little things are good enough. For now.
And p.s., the laptop is broken. And my oldest son hasn’t written his paper yet.
What have your kids done lately that made your heart go pitter patter?