No Bad Vowels

Gus and I are in another difficult place lately; he's a hard kid and even normal tasks take on a whole new meaning some days. He often acts without thinking, and while I know this is to some degree common kid behavior, most days it feels like chasing my tail. I'm sick to death of hearing myself, so God only knows what Gus must think about me.

Sometimes, when he's made a bad choice, I ask him what he was thinking. I'm not asking this question rhetorically--I really want to know. I often get answered with varying degrees of "I don't know" or "Mmrph." Honestly, I don't think Gus knows what drives him and some days he's just as frustrated as I am.

But this afternoon was different.

"Think of it this way, Mom," he said. "I'm the vowel that doesn't always follow the rules--but that doesn't make me a bad vowel."

My son is the letter "Y." Very, very handy under the right circumstances, but a tricky one to nail down. Depending on his mood, he can start a word, end a word, or jump in the middle and seriously screw you over.

I think this makes me love him even more.

Comments

[Marnie]

I love you and your sons. He's a lucky kid.

[Nana]

You rock Marcy! You really do! Keep on keepin on....things will get better as he gets a handle on things and matures. I'm almost sure of it! Love you sweetie! Mom

[JacquiLynn]

He is so awesome and poetic, just like his mother!