Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Friday, August 8, 2008

So Soon?

This morning I took the kids to a friends house. Hunter loves to play with his friend Dominik, and Dominik's older brother was away at camp, so the little guys could play together...or so we thought. After about 30 minutes Hunter said he didn't feel well. When I asked what was wrong, he told me that he had put a "poisonous" eraser in his mouth and was told by his friend that if he was "lucky" he would die when he was 10, but it might be sooner. This really bothered Hunter and he wanted me to come look at the eraser to make sure I knew it wasn't "poisonous. " Why will our children take the word of a 7 year old and doubt us all day long? He must have asked me three more times on the way home if I was sure that it wasn't poisonous.
I also think Hunter was a little upset because HIS friend was paying more attention to His little sister and being nicer to her than to him. Oh, I remember those days. My older brother is 33 months older than me, the same difference between Hunter and Chelsea. I remember my brother always complaining to our parents that his friends paid more attention to me than him. Of course I remember it being when we were older. It started about the time I was 12 or 13. Hunter is getting it now, when his sister is only 2.
I'm already prepared for High School. It will be the common scenario of Chelsea's friends wanting to come over to "see her brother" and Hunter's friends being interested in "his sister." It will be an interesting dynamic, but one I have already been through. I know the tricks, I know the "plans" and I know that I will be HOME to monitor it all.
Got a good sibling story? Please share!

Tonight's wine at 5?
Barefoot Shiraz

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