Today I went and picked Troy up from 1st grade. I sat there after the bell rang for 10 minutes, I was about ready to go into the school and get him myself, as I was getting out of the jeep I saw my little pokey coming out of the school. Oh he is so lucky, I thought to myself. Once he got in I asked how his day was and then I put my phone in front of him and asked kindly what time is it? Why does it take you 10 minutes to leave your classroom? He is notorious for being the LAST kid to leave the school, it kills me, but why what was I in such a hurry for?
We got home and he took off all of his snow stuff and went staight to his room and shut his door, I was feeding Arianna, 7 week old daycare baby, Troy walked up to me tears flowing down his face and handed me a note. It read: Mom, I like you being my mom, you are a good mom, I love you. I gave him a big hug and he said he was not crying because of the note but because he was looking at the picture he has of himself as a baby in his room, he wished he was still a baby so he wouldn't make mistakes. I then explained to him that he was going to make many mistakes and many bad choices, as well as good choices in his life. God made us, but he didn't make us perfect, and he doesn't expect us to be perfect. Then he went to his back pack and got out a picture he had gotten from school, he proceeded to tell me the great things MLK Jr. did and what he went through and how he died. I asked him what he thought about how different people were treated back then, and he asked why would people do that? Why does it matter what color they are? I couldn't come up with an answer. God made us all and we should all be treated the same. Troy is sensitive but he is not afraid to stand up for himself when he knows something is not right. He is such a blessing, most of the time LOL, whenever we get a new kid or if someone gets upset he lifts their spirits and makes them feel at home. He is such a big helper but at the same time not so much, I don't know how many times I have ran into him while he is running through the house with his toy rifle acting like he is in war. Or stepping on the tanish cream colored army men he just had to have, Have you ever stepped on a two inch plastic pointy army man? Ouch! When I do he apologizes under his laughs and then comes to see if I am ok. Raising kids is so rewarding but so frightening at the same time, you get to see how they react to lifes challenges at every age but then you question your parenting, am I being to harsh or to easy? I just pray he will become a loving man who is hardworking and respectful. Yikes! Talk about pressure!
We got home and he took off all of his snow stuff and went staight to his room and shut his door, I was feeding Arianna, 7 week old daycare baby, Troy walked up to me tears flowing down his face and handed me a note. It read: Mom, I like you being my mom, you are a good mom, I love you. I gave him a big hug and he said he was not crying because of the note but because he was looking at the picture he has of himself as a baby in his room, he wished he was still a baby so he wouldn't make mistakes. I then explained to him that he was going to make many mistakes and many bad choices, as well as good choices in his life. God made us, but he didn't make us perfect, and he doesn't expect us to be perfect. Then he went to his back pack and got out a picture he had gotten from school, he proceeded to tell me the great things MLK Jr. did and what he went through and how he died. I asked him what he thought about how different people were treated back then, and he asked why would people do that? Why does it matter what color they are? I couldn't come up with an answer. God made us all and we should all be treated the same. Troy is sensitive but he is not afraid to stand up for himself when he knows something is not right. He is such a blessing, most of the time LOL, whenever we get a new kid or if someone gets upset he lifts their spirits and makes them feel at home. He is such a big helper but at the same time not so much, I don't know how many times I have ran into him while he is running through the house with his toy rifle acting like he is in war. Or stepping on the tanish cream colored army men he just had to have, Have you ever stepped on a two inch plastic pointy army man? Ouch! When I do he apologizes under his laughs and then comes to see if I am ok. Raising kids is so rewarding but so frightening at the same time, you get to see how they react to lifes challenges at every age but then you question your parenting, am I being to harsh or to easy? I just pray he will become a loving man who is hardworking and respectful. Yikes! Talk about pressure!
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