As we're driving home from school today:
Him: "Mommy, will you tell me a story at bedtime?"
Me: "Sure, honey."
Him: "Actually, can you tell me a story right now?"
Me: "Umm... [gazes out at heavy rush-hour traffic] I'm sorry, I can't, I have to focus on driving. Why don't you tell me a story instead?"
Him: "Okay. Once upon a time there was a Mommy... named Mommy Loving. And she didn't like violence. Or sword-fighting. But she did like swings... and playing with kids... and giving kisses and snuggles. So they did. The end!"
Instead of a fantasy story, he decided to make one up from his experience....a biography.
ReplyDeleteHow well he knows his mommy. How unequivocally complete is his trust in her.
I wish he could write his Congressman about the upcoming gun-control bills.
I must have re-read this post 100 times and every time I smile and sigh. I love Xander's story. He knows his Mommy and his part in his mommy's life. Your boys are so blessed to have you and Jonathan....and you them. And I can't say any more than the 41 Likes this post received on Facebook when I posted it on my page. Xander and you, Michal, have a fan club on my FB page. <3
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That's awesome!!! Thanks for being such a good model of compassionate parenting!
ReplyDeleteWhere oh where is the "Like" button?????
DeleteYou guys are all so sweet!! I'm not doing anything that you didn't/don't do with your own kids.
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