Yesterday I had a date with my eighth grader. It was awesome. He is awesome. We went to lunch at Kneaders. Also awesome. This child has some great qualities, he is kind and compassionate, he is a leader, he's smart, handsome and has a fun sense of humor. He is close to the Spirit and regularly recieves inspiration. Sometimes he is wise beyond his years. He also has some personal challenges that make him a challenge to parent. He is anxious and often irritable. We have had many long days since March (since birth really, but this go around has been since March), but I feel like we/he have made an upward turn. It was refresing to visit with him about friends and dancing and growing up. He has always been a mama's boy, but he is developing a great relationship with his dad. They both need that. I need that. I get so sit back and watch them blossom rather than having to referee. I considered turning down this date, but I am glad I didn't; we had a lovely time.
So yesterday I ranted about the expectations for St. Patrick's Day being too high. And After Estelle had spend hours preparing to catch a leprechaun and lying awake the night before with equal parts excitement and worry about the leprechaun coming she decided when I was putting her and Sarah to bed to announce to the world, ie Sarah, that there were no such things as leprechauns, the Easter Bunny, the tooth fairy...etc., etc., etc. I have actually been expecting to have a conversation about that with her for months, but she always seems to pull herself back into the believing crowd. I am fine with whatever she chooses, I just want to let Sarah discover for herself without the blatant telling from her sister. I quieted her as quickly as I could and told her that we would talk about it later, meaning when Sarah was asleep and we could slip out of the room unnoticed. She has been questioning since long before last Christmas, but she always tells me she believ...
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