Usually my blogs tend to run schmaltzy, sentimental. I just think that's my personality. I love writing and when I am writing an honest blog, which is what I promised myself I would do here, I can become overwhelmed with emotion. Last night, we were driving home from Lake Waconia where we had gone swimming, played in the sand, etc... I was looking up at an almost full moon and some incredibly sad song came on the radio. I just started thinking of my mother, what was she doing on this Fourth of July evening in heaven, and I just burst into tears. It's been 14 years, but that loss is always present.
When we got home, 2 little girls came running up to the car. When Alex, my 11 year-old got out of the car, they immediately started grabbing him, telling him he had to go back to jail. It was some game they had been playing before we went to the lake. Earlier in the weekend, I noticed the same two girls chasing him around the house, over and over again. He just laughed, not minding the attention.
While we were eating lunch another friend of his came by, this time a boy. He wanted Alex to come out and play, while also mentioning that there were a couple of girls at the playground who had been asking about him, a different couple of girls from the previously mentioned jail wardens.
When we lived in Pierz, a couple of years ago, Alex was just 8, and his brother was 11. There was a 9 year old girl named Asia there. She always made her way over to our house, to sit by Alex, to "argue" with him, to squirt water at him, whatever. For the most part I thought she was harmless, until one day I overheard her talking about different sexual positions. After that, I realized that she was a little too sophisticated for my guy, and that was the end of that. Her half sister though, had always had a crush on our neighbor's son, but then he moved. So, guess who was next in line for her affections: Alex.
Now in Chaska, I know that there are two or three girls in our homeschool groups who think fondly of him. A couple follow him around, while one always runs the other way when he's around. It's sweet really, but I just know when he's a teenager I'll need those eyes in the back of head. Of the two of them, he's the one I'm going to have to watch out for, the troublemaker:)
Now I'm off to go out and buy birthday presents for my oldest son, Zachary, who will be 14 on Thursday. That one is also making me very emotional and ties back in with my mother. She died just two months before he was born, and all of our lives changed forever. I truly believe Zachary was a gift from God though, so I wouldn't have to endure that loss alone. I do believe that when one family member dies, somewhere else there seems to be a birth soon after or right before. Looking back on our family tree, that's happened a bunch of times. Z's been my rock on many occasions when he shouldn't have had to be, my little protector, my little hard-working, responsible guy. We have an unbreakable bond.
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