It's 9:30 p.m. My worn out husband has gone to bed even before the kids. My daughter is writing in her journal. My son has been kissed, cuddled and prayed for.
So I'm writing.
As my daughter gets older, I realize I have to be much more careful about what I write about her (thus the lack of blog posts about her in comparison to my son). Even though she is only 8, she really is quite mature and VERY sensitive. I find myself in tug-of-wars with her will about things that I am not prepared to battle yet. She tells me she "feels grown up" all the time (which proves, of course, how not-grown-up she really is - which may seem contradictory to my initial statement about her being quite mature for her age....but really isn't), so even though I am loosening the strings significantly, it is not fast enough to suit my daughter.
{Big Sigh}
Tonight my son told me that we needed to buy a "barrier".
"A what?" I asked.
"A barrier," he told me.
"What in the world is a barrier?" I asked him.
"You know," he said, "it's one of those things that you need to bury people with. So that when one of us dies in our family we can bury them."
How comforting......
I honestly don't know where he comes up with these things.
I find that he asks many of his questions while he's eating, likely because we are trying to get him to stop talking while he's eating - since it's pretty much constant chatter and he takes forever to eat - so when he's not yapping, his little mind is going a mile a minute.
"What do giraffe's bones look like?" he also asked. And: "Why do officers like donuts so much?" (to which I almost choked. Honestly, his dad and I have not made any jokes lately about the police frequenting Tim's or anything....) He comes up with these so out of the blue, that's what makes them so hysterical. And, he'll ask several questions in a row, all about completely different things.
School starts in a couple of weeks and I feel totally unprepared mentally right now.
This is one of those "rambling" posts that I don't have a brilliant ending for. Just my thoughts cuz I was in the mood to write. So good night.
4 comments:
I probably would fit right in with your son. I went and googled and image giraffe skeleton. Ha ha now I know. xoxo
Too bad you weren't in our church, Mrs. Wizzle. I'd send him to you with his questions. Although, I must say that his dad is the same way as you. Dave takes his questions very seriously (I must confess that I find them hysterical and have a very difficult time taking them serious) and does his best to answer them or google for the answer. Unfortunately, he usually asks me when his dad isn't home.
Yes, I know that I need patience....please pray for me.
Seth's mind is amazing! LOL What DO giraffe bones look like?!? haha
Thoroughly enjoy your blog, Dara :)
Ah, Vren, you can move here with Mrs. Wizzle to help answer his questions....What do you say? (Then we can sing a song or two together, wouldn't that be grand - at least it would be for me....ha ha).
Thank you for your kind words, Vren.
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