Today I had a wonderful mother-son moment with Jake. We were in the car and he asked me to turn the radio off. And he starts talking, which is not unusual. Jake is a BIG TALKER. Though, today, he did not speak of the Bionicles. He told me about a conversation he had with a couple of girls in his class. One of these girls said that all the boys in the class who talk all the time are dorks, except a few boys. Jake asked if he was one of the dorks. Yes, was their reply. I could tell that he was really hurt. For the life of me, I will never understand why people feel the need to be mean. Especially to my precious boy.
I said, “Who cares what they think?”
“Yeah…”he mumbles.
“I am a dork,” I state, thinking, if I can’t beat him, join him.
“You’re not a dork, Mom.” Those are the sweetest words that I have ever heard. Well, other than, “I love you, Mom.”
Well, he thinks that for now. Ask him again in a few years. Because, we all KNOW that I am a really big dork.
Anyway, I talked to him about relationships and people and hopefully, he feels that he can continue to talk to me whenever stuff like this comes up. I am so grateful to have such a wonderful son.
I love being a mom!
