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Posted by Mummy Dearest on Apr-7-2005

These days, on any given week day afternoon, The Boy has someone over to play, often two , for I am not one of those mothers who find playing together a sacred duet, up there with dating. Nope, in my book, there is nothing vulgar in threesomes or even foursomes when it comes to kids playing together. No doubt I have offended some mother, somewhere, who had assumed that her child had an exclusive seat in The Boy’s presence for an afternoon.

A typical afternoon with The Boy will usually be a bit of time spent on the PlayStation, a game of soccer in the parking lot and then playing a Star Wars game for a while on the computer. While I did indeed grow up like Maria von Trapp, running over hills all day long, my arms stretched out in the sunshine and while I would wish the same sort of childhood for my children, I do not limit time spent on either the PlayStation or the computer. Who knows what future lies ahead for their generation ? Perhaps some hectic day in the far off future, The Boy will pause for a moment and remember when his life went at a slower pace, when he could just loll about on the floor and play Ratchet and Clank with his pals all afternoon. That might sound just as idyllic to him as my memories of a childhood spent out in nature do to me.

The other day, a young woman whose son has ADHD stopped me as I walked down the street and asked me if The Boy would play with her son, Rave, one day. Rave is a few years younger than The Boy and for some reason sees The Boy as his Hero, talks about The Boy non- stop. I said sure, no problem, I’ll talk with The Boy about it. Which I did. If there is any kid in this world who understands what it is like to be a bit different, it is The Boy. The Boy invited Rave to come over to house yesterday.

During the long afternoon , The Boy and Rave and Jesse- a boy from The Boys football team- horsed around together. Now, when The Boy has friends over, I really stay in the background, try to give them some privacy, let them see who can belch and/or fart the loudest, let them hoot and try to sound cool. This is what little boys do when they play together and I don’t feel like putting on my Mummy Dearest hat every five minutes and telling them to watch their language. They all had a good time.

Today as I walked home from the little hell hole down the street, I passed Rave’s mother, walking him to school. She stopped me, and with a rather tense look about her eyes, wondered if she could ask me something. Sure, I said, no problem. Sometimes, she said, when Rave goes to a new place for the first time, he gets a bit…excited. How did yesterday go, she asked me. And I replied fine, all of the boys had a nice time, perfect. No trouble at all.

Her eyes began to shine and she smiled.

Don’t I know just how she was feeling at that moment.

  1. lynn Said,

    we SO want others to love our children as we do, to see their talents, their glory, and somehow, at the same time, we need them to learn that the world is fickle and full of unexpected surprises, that they cannot expect to be adored by everyone they encounter. i found this the most difficult part of motherhood: encouraging them to leap, knowing all the while that some hurdles will send them tumbling.

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