Fruit

Rowan: Mom, I know the fruits of the spirit.

Me: Really?

Rowan: Yup, they’re love, joy, peace….um….uh…..and quiet.  Yup, love, joy, peace and quiet!

Me: *blink blink*

If he hadn’t puffed up his chest and grinned at me so proudly, I would have corrected him.

 

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Mama’s a Party

That last post is depressing as all get out, so I thought I’d offer a little pick-me-up…..

I know there is no way to measure how much I love my son, but I can certainly give examples of why I love him:

I was holding Rowan when we walked past a shelf that had a lollypop on it.  He thought that he was stealthy grabbing it, when I caught him, and asked him what was in his hand.  He giggled, and stuffed the lollypop down my sweatshirt.  I set him down, and Rowan gripped the bottom of my sweatshirt and shook out the candy. 

It fell on the floor which led to a chorus of, “Mama’s a piñata!  Mama’s a party!” 

After composing myself we each had a lollypop and a “milk shape.”

EXACTLY what I needed after such a horrible week.  He is my hero.

Ohio

A thunderstorm was rolling in right as I was putting Rowan to bed tonight, so I pulled up the blinds and he stood on his bed to watch.  After observing quietly for close to five minutes, he asked if, “Please, Mama, could he lick the window?”

“Why do you want to lick the window, Rowan?”

“Please, Mama?”

Out of pure curiosity, I gave him the go ahead to lick the window.  He crouched down, and starting at the bottom, dragged his tongue all the way to the top.  When he finished he turned around and grinned at me.

“Well, how was it?”

“Ohio.”

“Excuse me?”

 “Ohio,” he said again, with a hint of annoyance.

I think we can conclude a couple of things here:

  1. My prying into his life is already getting on his nerves.
  2. Ohio means something entirely different to him, than it does to the rest of the world.