Life is full of mysteries. Like how the gingerbread man escaped. And, even more baffling, girls.
This is the current kindergarten mystery of the month. David has a secret admirer:
We are baffled!
David, as usual, is taking it all in stride: Why wouldn't he have a secret admirer?
Just after I took the above picture--an essential piece of documentation--David ripped off the candy and tossed the heart aside. (What a BOY.) Then I took a picture of him enjoying his tootsie pop.
I love the picture I took: His lips are puckered, his eyes are big, and--best of all--his hair is sticking straight up.
David religiously wears his Jedi Masters beanie hat everyday, and it makes his hair stick straight up...and it's so adorable. I just want to hug him and kiss him and tickle him every time I see that hat hair. And I finally got a picture of it! And I want to post it so badly, it's all I can think about. (Seriously. I'm thinking about that picture even more than I'm thinking about snow pants!)
But I can't post it.
Because David hates it. H-A-T-E-S.
For him, to have hair sticking up is the worst of embarrassments. (Ssh. Don't tell him his hair is pretty much always sticking up this winter because of that beanie--he loves the hat too much.) When David sees his hair sticking up, I see in him genuine discomfort with himself and flickers of shame, as he rushes comb his hair "small" again.
I want so badly to share with you the adorableness of his "big" hair. To record it for myself forever and ever. (Yes, the picture is still in my files--but things feel more lasting on my blog--partly because they're not lost in said files.) But I can't. I have to respect my son.
I knew this would happen when I started blogging almost three years ago: That one day my children would be school-aged, and I would have to respect their privacy more. That I would have to write about them in different ways.
Here's the deal: I figure if I'm wiping your butt, I can write whatever I want about you. But what happens when you, well, take care of your own bathroom needs? What can I say about you? How do I respect you and protect you.....and still have something to post about?
That's my mystery: What do I write about now that my kids are getting older? I still reserve the right to say pretty much anything I want about kindergarten because it's so dang cute. But I think next year (when I have a FIRST-GRADER!!!) will be different. Likewise, Mary is Little Miss Independent and Little Miss Self-Aware/Self-Conscious, so pretty soon I'll have to be more careful about what I send out for all the universe to read regarding her. I deeply enjoy writing about my kids, and reflecting on being their mother. And I still find it soothing to post millions of pictures. But I might need to self-censor a little more in the future. Will that self-censoring leave me with anything to write about???
One solution would be to bring another little bum to wipe into our family. Then I would have something to write about! But that is not happening soon (or ever). So a better solution would be to think of other things to post about....
But do I even think about anything besides my kids?
That, my friends, is the real mystery.
