September 15, 2014

A Real Man

We often wonder as parents... how will our children turn out to be as adults? Will they be compassionate? Will they be hard workers? Will they be listeners? Will they be doers? Will they be trusted? Will they value others?

And the list goes on.

You cannot judge how your child will be based upon how they treat their siblings. There is always going to be fighting and things done in a family that would not occur outside of a home.

I always tell people, I'd rather my kids act up at home than at school.

Today... something happened that made my heart swell.

I cannot and would not go into much detail, but one of my second son's best friends is a girl. She had something very bad happen to her when she was in elementary school. Think of a horrific fear if you have a daughter and you've probably come up with it.

He and his friend have never spoken of it. He knows. She knows he knows. He has never asked. She has never volunteered. It just... is.

He is very protective of her. When he found out he was angry. He wanted the person dead. Right then. He cares deeply for her, but we have watched from afar and realized, he has created a sister/brother bond with this girl. She has no brothers and he no sisters and this relationship has formed that is comfortable for the both of them.

One of their teachers thought they were dating. That's how close they are.

In their AP English class, they have been asked to write about a life changing moment. Last week, their teacher told them he was going to randomly assign them all partners to read each other's work, however, if what you were going to write on was so deeply personal that you felt there was only one person in the class you could trust, then come see him and he'd make it happen.

And so today, he was not well. He is fighting a cold. I told him he could stay home, but he said to me, "the first two periods, I need sleep. But, I can't miss English."

He got up at 9 and went to school.

He came home today and told me that on Saturday he'd gotten a text from his friend that told him that she was going to write something very personal and that she told their instructor, only T could be her partner. No one else.

So T made it a priority to go to class today since he knew it was coming.

He is honored. He is humbled. He is protective. He has told no one, but me exactly what is going on. I am painting with broad strokes.

I am proud he is compassionate. I am proud he listens. I am proud he is there for a friend. I am proud... he is trusted.

He is becoming a Man.

And he is writing about his childhood friend being shot and killed this summer.

Such sad stories coming from extraordinary teenagers...

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Posted by Boudicca at 11:04 PM | Comments (7)

September 11, 2014

School on 9/11

The kids in high school today do not remember 9/11 overall. T was four years old. He knows where we were and what we were doing. But, he didn't really understand it at the time and obviously understands it more now than then, but those aren't his memories. His memories are not of the horror. His now is the horror of what it was.

This is a funny story that happened today in school... during a not funny day.

T said they were at school and the school priest came on the broadcast system to do his 9/11 prayer. He started to pray for the victims and their families and his cell phone went off. His ring tone went throughout the speaker system of the school... Cher's Do you Believe in Life after Love?

T said they were all looking at each other completely confused.

As if the entire thing were not ridiculous enough, he said it became this huge earworm and no matter where he went, someone was humming it or singing it, in a class, in the halls... all day.

We could not quit laughing.

On a more somber note, but uplifting, if you have not watched the video Boatlift, you should. It does the heart right... being an American.

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Posted by Boudicca at 08:46 PM | Comments (1)