I thought my son would be a professional rubber-necker

While driving in the car with my son, I had to give way to an ambulance that was headed just a couple of blocks ahead of where we were. There had been an accident. No one was hurt, but I was able to infer that a cyclist had been hit by a car; a Jeep Liberty to be precise. As we drove past the accident my son stated that he, and i quote, LOVES seeing accidents. I needed to understand why, and so I asked. His explanation made sense, he said the accidents made him ask questions and therefore he learned new things. He said he found it ‘interesting’. It was then and there that I said, oh no, he’ll be one of those. He’ll be the cause of so many episodes of road rage. He’ll make people late. He’ll be a professional rubber necker.

I needed some piece of mind. I asked if he wanted to work on an ambulance. I was promptly reminded that his desire to be an astronaut hasn’t changed, and that I shouldn’t worry about missing him because perhaps we’d be able to communicate while he’s on a mission to the moon. He said that, maybe, I could track him on my computer the same way we track Santa. At the very least, I should be excited to hear everything he would have to tell me about the journey and the moon when he returns.

My son is a dreamer. My son feels that he can be whatever he wants to be. My son is confident and persistent. My son will achieve anything he sets his mind on. So what if he causes a bit of traffic? Today, I am a happy momma.

I couldn't agree more

I’m a philosophy professor.”
”If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?”
”Never make an exception of yourself.”
”What does that mean?”
”People like to make exceptions of themselves. They hold other people to moral codes that they aren’t willing to follow themselves. For example, people tend to think that if they tell a lie, it’s because it was absolutely necessary. But if someone else tells a lie, it means they’re dishonest. So never make an exception of yourself. If you’re a thief, don’t complain about being robbed.”
— Humans of New York

After school Chat

Son:       Can I have a snack?

Mom:     Didn't you have a snack in aftercare?

Son:       It was peanut butter. I told you, I want to be allergic to peanut butter.

Mom:     Why?

Son:       It dries up my mouth

What the past feels like in the present

And i came face to face with you again. And i watched you walk with such purpose and anaware of your surroundings; leaving dents and cracks filled with memories. And I stood there looking at you, wanting to leave; but you’re like a magnet. I staid for just a little longer, and then I missed you.