One thing I love about being a mother is a reminder of the basics. Kids survive on these. For them, life is pretty darn simple. You eat when you’re hungry and what you’re hungry for, play with your friends, share the good stuff and sleep when you’re tired. Above all you wear the proper emotion for the proper feeling.
Yesterday, I was sitting outside watching the kids play. My son has mastered his bike and dearly loves to spend time riding it. One of the neighbor boys his age recently got the same sized bike and the two of them enjoy riding together. Their new thing is to set up a pit stop station by my chair. They’ve combined resources now. The first day it was a can of soda that my son was sharing – placed strategically on the big rock with me assigned as soda cop. The next morning I came downstairs to see a neat little row of snacks on the counter: 2 Gogurts, 2 Fruit By The Foot and 2 Juice Boxes. I asked him what they were doing on the counter and I was informed he was getting ready for riding bikes with his friend – still 6 hours out. Well, at least he’s prepared. *giggle* I talked him into putting the yogurt back until play time which he agreed to letting me know “dat a good idea mom.”
Well, he waited painfully for his friend to get home so they could ride together and make a stylish pit stop station by mom, which was much more elaborate today with two juice pouches, two Gogurts and two fruit roll ups. Things went well until his friend had to leave. The yogurts were about have eaten and sitting on the rock with the two juice pouches, when my son decided to go play with another friend in a back yard. While he was gone, two neighbor girls came over by me and were very intrigued with the stash but knew better than to eat it. They did however let curiosity and mischief take over as by the time they left the yogurts were squeezed out on the rock. Boy was my son mad when he found the mess and he asked me what happened. I told him the girls were playing by his yogurts. He looked across the street to where they were playing, hopped on his bike and stormed right over there to read them their rights. He rode up, and yelled at them saying “You don’t squeeze my ogret!” Now, the bigger kids may not have known was going on but the two guilty girls did and he let them have it. The last thing I heard him say as he rode away was how you don’t touch other people’s things – “Dat’s not nice” with a big “hmmph!” for emphasis.
So see, he knows the basics. *wink*
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