***originally posted on November 30, 2009
Tomorrow, December comes. The last in a long string of months, the most wonderful part of the year. Many look forward to the long Winter/Christmas break and the traditions and laughter that fall into place.
Tomorrow, December comes, and many are excited. None more than my five-year-old.
Clambering into the car at the end of the school day, he enunciated with shining eyes, “Tomorrow we get snow.”
I looked over and asked them to buckle up first. “What makes you think that?”
Josiah grinned with all the wisdom of his years. “He thinks just because it’s December, it’s gonna stop raining and start snowing.”
“Is too! December is winter, and winter is snow!”
Josiah grinned back at me smugly. “See?”
As soon as we got home, I tried to explain to my little one that the temperature outside determines whether we get rain or snow, not the month of the year. We went back and forth with the questions, his Kuya piping in here and there. Finally, I asked him if he understood. He nodded then got up. Twirling around the living room, he said in a singsong voice, “Ta-na-na-na it’s snowing tomorrow!”
I let him be. There are times the wisest thing a mother can do is to allow her children to experience disappointments on their own. It will build character, at least I hope it will.
So we moved on to his homework.
Josiah, all this time, is ensconced at his favorite spot working on his homework. I lead Elijah to the kitchen table, away from his Kuya. We sit and I help him figure out what he has to do.
He picks up a pen, pauses…
“Mommy, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
“A Mommy. Now start working.”
“You know what I want to be? Hmmm…I don’t know.”
I give in, believing I could use this moment to motivate him to work harder.
“How about a teacher?”
“No, teachers work too hard. Firefighters too. I don’t want to do that.”
“What about a doctor?”
“Nope, you have to be very careful. And nurses? No way! They do yucky stuff.”
“What about a football player?”
“A football player? hmmm…can I be the football?”
“They teach about God? Are you one, Mommy? Huh?…But why can’t girls be pastors? Huh? I think I’ll just be the one who stays home and watches the house? Or maybe a singer. Yea, a singer. But what happens when people laugh at me coz I can’t sing?”
“Elijah, do your homework now!”
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Bonus: Here’s a glimpse of how much my family believes in me…
“Mommy, you know, if you become a kindergarten teacher, you’re going to have to answer a lot of questions from the class. Are you sure you can do that?” -Elijah
“Plus, Mommy, you’ll have to teach math!” -Josiah
“Boys, boys, it’s ok. Mommy can do it. Josiah, she will only have to teach simple math. She can handle that, right, Mommy?” -Steve
“Wow, our house is really messy, Mommy!…Huh? Who messed it up? I don’t know. Maybe the people who live here?…Who? I don’t know, maybe the two boys in the family?…What are their names? I don’t know…”