Like most moms, I'm use to receiving requests for project supplies from
teachers. In most cases this is for stuff we use and have laying around
the house, like toilet paper rolls or egg cartons. But what happens
when the teacher asks for something you don't have:
I'm on a rant about consideration and courtesy that we are not teaching our children or maybe we missed a generation. It is driving me crazy and I just had to blast a post and get on my soap box about it. Check it out!
At the age of 3, my son Jaden, had a friend named Luke. Everywhere we went, Luke wasn’t far behind. In the morning, Luke was there while my son was getting ready for school. In the afternoon, Luke was sitting right next to him while he was doing his homework. It was Luke, who drew a smiley face of the living room wall. It was also Luke, who was responsible for spilling a gallon of milk one day.
My husband and I found ourselves in an awkward situation earlier this week.
"Nikki, what's a lollipop?" I stared down at my friend's young daughter a little confused.
"Um, it's candy," I responded, exchanging glances with my husband who was stifling a laugh. "What do you mean?"
"No!" She said. "What does it mean in the song?!"
My husband chimed in at this point and said something like, "You know the song...By Lil Wayne? Lick it Like a Lollipop."
In the grand scheme of things, I have an awesome son. He is very smart, clever, funny, and caring. However, he just turned thirteen, and even the best of children are not immune to the teenage years. I'm starting to see the changes in him as he makes the transition from childhood to becoming a young man. It's interesting to witness the conflict within him as he struggles between being the boy who loves and needs his mom, and being the young man who needs his independence and mom is in the way. He's starting to test his limits, not to mention my nerves!
My oldest daughter, Yuna, brought a book home from her school library the other day. It was called:
Old Turtle And The Broken Truth
I read it to her before bedtime and it turned out to be one of the most touching and beautiful children stories I have ever read. The pictures were breath taking and the story itself had me choked up while reading it. It was that good.