Friday, October 16, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
After church on Sunday in the car driving to my friend’s house I told Dylan about my idea of the two of us visiting nursing homes and talking to the residents. Dylan seemed to love the idea of us spending time together spreading joy to people who need some happiness. He was excited to tell them his jokes and tell them all about Bobby his stuffed bunny. He also seemed interested to see where the old people live and what their rooms are like. Okay! He is on board. I am so lucky to have such a sweet social boy. Dylan and I agreed that this week we’ll go see how we can sign up to volunteer. Then I dropped the kids off at my friend’s house and went to work.
On Monday I was talking to my friend about how I had to check out nursing homes because Dylan and I were volunteering. I was so proud telling her how my self-absorbed little boy was maturing and thinking of others. She said that Dylan mentioned that to her. I was beaming with pride.
“What did he say?” I asked her.
“He said that he was going to talk to old people and make them laugh so that they would give him candy & stuff.” She replied and tried hard to stifle a laugh.
“I am so proud. My son is going to shake down sick old people for candy.” I said sarcastically and hid my face in shame and started laughing she then burst into a joyful fit of laughter. We are still going. He doesn’t get it now, but some day he will.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Unlike Linus I had the opportunity to grow older. As I grew older I started leaving my blanket at home and most importantly I learned how to fight back. I was still the preferred prey of my school bullies and was hunted from homeroom to recess bell. Only I was equipped with a battery of witty comebacks and an arsenal of insults of my own. As I launched my counter attacks I noticed that the other kids stopped joining in my abuse as they usually did and instead were laughing. Can you believe that they were laughing with me for once and not at me? They all thought that I was funny, really funny. Let's clarify they thought that I was funny, mind you that none of them ever thought that I was cool and some of the super evil kids never stopped teasing me, but I did find my talent and my strength. I couldn’t wear a miniskirt, get a date, shoot the winning basket, nor get on the honor roll, but that was okay with me because I was funny.
Every Halloween I watch the Great Pumpkin with my kids. My son who is popular and cool, and my shy akward daughter who watches gripping her blanket close to her chest. I see the dissapointment in her eyes when the Great Pumpkin let's Linus down. She says. "On no Momma! He sad. The Pumpkin no come."
I smile at her and open my arms. I hold her close and tight comforting her and holding her close. Poor baby, The Great Pumpkin never does comes to save Linus, but someday my sweet girl you will rise up and save yourself. Oh how we will celebrate on that day.