This blog is a journal of my daily life as a single mom where I can share the experiences and moments that arises in raising my son. These moments can sometimes be joyful, wonderful, amazing and confusing, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I hope that by reading it you will find some helpful inspiration or advice. ENJOY!!!!
Friday, September 11, 2009
My Son is Smarter Than I Think He Is
This morning I got up and got my son ready for school and me for another day of mother duty. After dropping him off at school (he was late by 5 mins.), I was on my way to begin my day. I started of by washing clothes, then I helped my grandmother out with some official business, once that was done I was on my way home. Here at home I am cleaning my house to get ready for inspection next week. I hate when they do inspections, because they always be looking for the smallest thing to be wrong and write you up for it. I try my best to pass inspection and I do all the time. I just hate having my housekeeping been judged by my landlord and others. I would love to go see how they keep their house clean with children, working and other things that take up your time. But I don't want to talk about that, I want to talk about something my son said and did at school the other day. I was talking to mom and grandmother about my son and what he told his speech teacher on Wednesday and how it made me laugh, because it was so funny. He told his teacher that his dad was a bad man, because he cheated on me and had two other kids and that he married another woman. When he told me that all I could do was laugh, because i didn't know my son was paying that much attention to the adults in his life, but he is and he understands what is going on in his life. He might got got some of the details wrong, but he got majority right. His father did have two more kids, but by two different women. So his father has three baby moms, instead of one. And he didn't marry either one of the women. And yes he did cheat on me, because the second child which is a boy was born five months after my son. I ask my son does he still love his father even though he is a bad man and he said yes, I still love him. My eight year old son proved to me that day. that he knows more than I think he does and that he is paying attention to what I say and do about his life and mine.
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