I sat with Camden for probably about an hour and a half while he worked on a paper for school. We had some laughs and some nudges from me for him to just focus on the paper. No big deal, right? I would sit with him forever if I could. He was so incredibly grateful and when the paper was finished he sat in my lap and wrapped his arms around me tighter than he ever had before. We sat like this for a long time. At that moment, everything wrong in my world was right. I am so incredibly blessed.
On the other hand, these words actually came out of my mouth this morning. "Kellan, please promise me you will not talk about cocaine at school today." Now let me put some context to this before any authorities are called. Kellan is Mr. Science Boy and loves to learn about anything he can put his hands on. He and I were watching a video and it happened to mention that cocaine was used as medicine in the old days. I turned the video off after that, but that little snippet caught his big brain's attention and that's all he could focus on for a while...
The other weekend we were heading somewhere new, and of course I got lost. We had to take a detour because I missed the exit. We got off the expressway and were at a red light. There was a homeless man there, and I gave him a few dollars. Being the incredibly amazing Mom I am, I started teaching my boys some lessons. These included, why some people may be homeless, why I can't give every homeless person I see money, etc. As I beamed at myself for a little while, we went to CVS later that day. The boys stopped in their tracks when they saw a huge gumball machine. As their mouths opened to form some interesting begging tactics, I shut them down immediately. "No Gum!" Camden, who has braces and cannot consume gum, looked at me pleadingly. "But Mooom! All the bubblegums are homeless! They need quarters!"...
Kellan got sent to the fidget chair at school. First, I didn't even know there was such a thing. I was stunned and asked Kellan why?! He replied, "it wasn't my fault Mom! (likely story). I have a mosquito bite on my bee dee bee dee and couldn't stop fidgeting!" Ok, I will give him this one. Mosquitos love that boy!
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