Category Archives: Foster
You know those parents that just go on and on about how awesome their kid is and you’re like “would you SHUT UP about how awesome your kid is?!?”
Well, so that you don’t want to say that about me, I’ll try to make this short.
Foster is amazing. He rarely ever disobeys or disrespects his father and I. He is honest, giving and loyal. He is a saver, not a spender. He is a thinker. He is happy with a trip to a used bookstore and doughnuts with his close friend as a birthday celebration. He is grateful for what we give him and does not often take his material or emotional blessings for granted.
His intelligence astounds me. His sense of humor brightens every day. He is human and he is a boy so he teases his sister mercilessly but he will help her out if she ever really needs anything. He chooses the company of his father and I. He enjoys playing with his little brothers. He is deliberate in his choice of friends and does not get hung up on fashion or what is popular.
If I had to name any flaw in him at this time I would say he is too critical of himself. He does not have confidence in his own gifts and abilities and that causes him to have an “I can’t do it” attitude. This is hard to watch as a mother and even harder to know how to combat and teach him to overcome.
I am beyond thankful that I have gotten to be his mother and know him as a person for these past 12 years.
So I am up to 9,312 words! I should be further along now, according to the NaNoWriMo charts, but I’m pretty excited that I’ve gotten this far. The characters are coming to me and they are slowly developing. I’m letting them go where they want to, because as far as plot goes, I really have NO plot. I have some vague ideas but I don’t know if my characters are going to agree with me or not. If they are anything like my children, probably not.
It turns out that Chris was too sick to go hunting this week and weekend so we have had some extra, much needed family time. I was able to have some time out of the house alone on Thursday which is always priceless. Tomorrow, instead of going to church, we are planning on a long drive to find some autumn scenery to enjoy. Tomorrow night we’ll stay in and watch a movie. We were driving to Foster’s soccer practice and I turned to Chris and said “this weekend has been so…healing.” He agreed.
Foster’s last soccer game and end-of-the-season soccer party were today. He received a trophy and ate some doughnuts, it was a nice conclusion to an undefeated season. It’s always nice to be the winners.
My parents came over for dinner this evening and I still feel so thankful that they can just drive over for dinner any time. I’m not sure they’ll bring a dessert to share next time though since my kids ate all the cheesecake before the grown-ups could get any.
I decided yesterday that I’m not going to tell my son about that button again.
The thing is, when he walked in my room yesterday, fully dressed, needing help with his hair, I zeroed in on that stupid button. I didn’t stop to appreciate that he had fully dressed himself. Not just because he’s 10 now and I don’t have to help him get dressed, but because he has full function of his body and his mind, to be able to do what so many take for granted.
I might have told him “you look nice.” In the next moment though, I shattered it. The building up, the comfort and security of being seen and appreciated by someone who loves you, with my stupid focus on that button.
“You sure you don’t want to unbutton that top button?” I asked. The room felt heavier immediately with tension and judgment and criticism. We’d been down this road before, even if I’d tried to keep it light-hearted and tried to explain why people just don’t button that button, it didn’t matter.
“Why should I? Are you saying I look bad?”
“No, it’s just…it just looks…well, a little dorky.”
My son I should be learning from, not teaching, says, “Who cares? I like it this way. It’s useless to unbutton it.”
He is right. I know he is right. There are a lot of times when buttoning that top button might be important. A job interview let’s say or his wedding day. But not right now. Not when he’s 10 and heading to worship a God who doesn’t care what he’s wearing.
So yesterday was it. If someone does think that he looks like a nerd, or a dork, or whatever the going term is for someone who isn’t dressed just like everyone else and they make that known, I’ll be reminded that having a kid who doesn’t care whatever one else thinks about his fashion choices is really the better thing.
|Getting some extra Wii time the morning of his 10th birthday.|
|Cake that Foster and Daddy picked out during their special Daddy/Foster time.|
|And she really is! She took half of the money from her piggy bank ($21) to put in the
birthday card she had made for Foster. She loves her big brother so much.
|That’s almost a real smile!|
|Photo by Katie|
|Photo by Katie|
|Photo by Katie|
|Lego Minecraft = Mommy made a great choice!|