Since I really just ramble on and on here about nothing and was recently told by an EXPERT that perhaps I should add some CONTENT to my BLOG, I wanted to get in one more good ramble before I decide whether or not to take the expert’s advice. I have a lot to say on the topic of my business and the many many ways in which to do it right and/or do it badly and a lot to say about experts and their opinions too. But that is for another post. One that I have, in fact, started but have not yet posted because I am having a difficult time toning it down. A little potty mouth goes a long way and a lot well, that’s what I am working on. But you’ll get that and some business stuff in the next post. This one is for me.
My son turned eight yesterday. EIGHT. I have mixed emotions about this. I love watching him grow up as much as I hate it. He gets so much more clever and more hilarious and more lovable everyday and yet everyday is a day that he is growing AWAY from me. And I want that to STOP. I want him to be my little boy forever. Whenever I tell people that they always say in what I am sure in their mind is NOT a simpering voice, “I know, but you don’t really want him to stay this age forever. You really want him to grow up and be a man.”
Me: “Ummm….actually, no, I don’t want him to grow up. In fact, if I could invent a pill that would keep him just like this FOREVER, I would totally crush it up in his cereal.”
Person who is about to make me mad: “But seriously, that is just selfish. You wouldn’t want him to miss out on the chance to grow up and experience that.”
Me: ” YES I WOULD! BECAUSE HE IS MINE AND I SAID SO!”
That is the best way I’ve found to end that conversation with me the clear winner.
Really though, I would be saving him from SO MUCH unnecessary pain and bullshit. Middle School? Are you kidding? What’s he going to miss out on there? I know for a fact that I’d be much more emotionally stable if I had been able to time travel past all that.
Gavin spends most of his day in pretend mode. I love it. He has such a great imagination. Yesterday he told me he liked to imagine that all the galaxies in the universe were big ships saling on an endless sea. I told him that was a beautiful image and that he had a really creative mind. He said, “Yea, I know. That’s why I make up so many great stories about monsters. And farts. Because I am really creative with farts.”