A stayed home from school today. He's not sick. He's totally fine. Well, except for the small emotional breakdown he had this morning. The one that ended with me holding him in what he termed as "the longest hug ever". The hug that I held on to for as long as he'd let me. The hug that made us late. The hug that made us so cozy and comfy. The hug that eventually made us hungry for pancakes. The hug that kept us home from school. And the office. (Don't tell husband! Monday is supposed to be my 1/2 day of work! Nobody noticed, I don't think. SSSSHHHH!)
I could tell he'd been mulling something over all weekend. He seemed a bit upset. We stayed busy though! He rode bikes at the "jumps" with his dad all day, went to a birthday party Saturday night, had a friend over after the party and got to stay up until midnight. Sunday was another day of being at the "jumps" with his dad and a friend, a visit to a lovely kid friendly winery in the area where he and a friend were able to explore and check out the farm animals. This was followed by dinner and then a visit to the arcade. Yes, my son is spoiled. He is an only child that has all the attention in the world.
But still, with all of this going on, I could just tell that something was wrong. And so this morning he finally broke. Someone told him that he was to old to have Gracie, Greenie and Bluie. (his blankets). And so this morning he cried and cried that he should get rid of them because at seven, he is too old.
Me: "Are they in your heart"?
Me: "Then it doesn't matter what anybody thinks or says. If they are in your heart, and you love them, you can keep them for as long as you'd like.
A: "But little shithead told me that I'm too old for them and that they're stupid and that I'm stupid for having them". (FYI the kids name is not actually little shithead)
Me: "But Little Shithead is not in your heart and they are. So forget what Little Shithead has to say. He is unkind and we don't waste time with people who are unkind".
And so A took Gracie and both blankets out from behind his pillow and put them in between us to include them in the longest hug ever. And we told eachother over and over that we love eachother and we told Gracie over and over that we love him and we snuggled with Greenie and Bluie and eventually the tears dried.
And finally hunger won out and we got up and ate pancakes.
I believe in innocence. I don't want my child to grow up too quickly. I want him to want his blankets and his Gracie and I want him to be sweet and I want everything to be magical for him. That is what childhood is about and I want it to stay that way for as long as it can. The time will come soon enough when Little Shithead and all the others like him will have complete influnce over my sweet sweet boy. I'm keeping Little Shithead and his cohorts away as long as I can.
My home is full of love and magic and make believe. I want it to stay that way for as long as it can. Because once it is gone, the innocence is gone. And the thought of that makes me sad. Life is long and the part of it that is childhood is so, so short. Let it be full of innocence and magic.