B: "Dad if you get in a car accident you are the purple traitor." D: "What are you talking about son?" S replies: "He means perpetrator."
It's random, but we all giggled. We've been a bit sick, but it's nice to be sick when everyone is out of school. Huge Jane Austen marathon happening in the evenings. We've watched Pride and Prejudice (the 6 hour BBC version), the newer Kira version, Emma, and Sense & Sensibility. We decided to watch the Notebook tonight for variety.
I was banned from taking the camera to any of our Christmas parties. Not one photo. Of course we are such an overwhelming force when we go anywhere that is was probably for the best. We are starting our own little family tradition of having our Christmas celebration a few days after Christmas. We have such great families and want to participate with them on Christmas Eve and Christmas day, but it does not leave us with much time. So our party is planned for Sat. Santa was advised on the change, although I think Benjamin is the only one still holding on.
This was from last month... homework and kisses. Helps make math a little more fun.
He's a worrier. I'm a worrier. Last night made me cry. Still thinking about it.
"Mom, I don't want to go to the big school. What if the kids make fun of me? What if they don't like me? I'm scared to go to the big school. What if I get a white slip because I'm bad? What if the kids make fun of my skin or my hair? "
My big tough boy... breaks my heart. I have similar what if's. I told him he would be fine, that he would love school. He loves preschool, his teacher loved him and the students in his class like him. "Ya... but they know me. These new kids won't know me."
I also told him most likely someone in his life would tease him. He immediately wanted to know who it would be.
I told him how I had been teased as a little girl. I looked different than the other children in my class. I couldn't speak English when I first started kindergarten. It made me sad then, but it also helped me to be more compassionate.
Most importantly I told him that he was perfect. That God had made him perfectly, his beautiful skin and curly hair and amazing eyes. If a loving Father in Heaven had made him in such a perfect way it didn't matter what anyone else said.
I told him that no matter what someone said he had to know that he was loved.
I think I got some good mom points (much needed because I was the worst mother a son could have a few hours earlier) and huge hugs and kisses. I love this little man.
I finally got a chance to take photos of the boys during their riding lessons. The arena has horrible lighting and is freezing! The boys are a little frustrated that they have to wear their helmets. As it has been explained to me "Real cowboys wear cowboy hats. Have you ever seen a cowboy in a helmet!"
He's changing so quickly. All the children are. Whit's talking about college, emailing admissions people and such. I'm not ready. My biggest challenge right now is letting go. Letting the children grow up to be the wonderful people I know they will be. Letting them experience life. I want to always protect them, to shelter them from pain and hardship. I know I can't. It's hard for me. I don't do this very well. Our family is at such a great stage right now, with everyone around. I want it to stay this way. I tease the big boys that they will always be my babies no matter how big they become. Of course they protest and say they are NOT babies any more. We talked about their birth mothers tonight. They colored some pictures for them to add to their Christmas albums. They concluded that they are loved doubly: two mommies who love them and are praying for them. I hugged them a little longer tonight. Hugging all the children a little bit more, some don't like it as much as others. I don't care. I love holding them and giving them kisses.