(Gavin is incapable of drinking grape juice without getting it all over his face)Gavin has had a crush on a lil girl in his class for a few months now. Her name is Chloe and he just thinks she is the bee's knees. Mostly, in my opinion, because she plays with him at recess. He often wears costumes to school and she seems to find them intriguing and will play along. Last week he was a "knight" and at recess, she played the roll of the princess.
Gavin's often the type of kid who is left out at recess, so it always made me happy for him that he had her to play with. One day, he announced that he was going to marry her. I blew it of, trying not to make a big deal of such an announcement, partly to encourage him to open up to me knowing I won't make a big deal about things and partly because I'm not sure how much I should encourage this young love. I would like to be a grandmother some day, but not for at least 20 more years.
Yesterday when Gavin and I arrived at his school, Chloe announced that she'd made him something. She went to her backpack and grabbed an envelope ~ yellow with hearts drawn all over it. Also, a home made sketch of Spiderman ~ one of Gav's favorites. Inside was a note reading "Hi Gavin. You are a lot of fun to play with. Chloe"
It just might be the cutest thing I've ever seen. The first "love note" that one of our boys has ever received.
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Today, everything is different.
As I was dropping Gavin off, during our routine of snuggling and hugging goodbye, I hear her say out of the corner of my ear "I'm not playing with you today, Gavin. I'm playing with my new friends". As if to prove it, she walked over to the two boys she was referring to, turning her back on him.
I'm not sure if he heard it, was paying attention, or cared. But I was and did. And though she's a sweet girl and wasn't *trying* to be mean, words hurt. And I won't always be there to hear and defend my boys. They'll have to learn the lessons of how to deal with these situations when Mom isn't there to stand up for them.
I hate that my role is changing from their constant defender to the one who picks up the pieces, hours later when they arrive home from school and maybe decide to confide in me about the joys and hurts of their day.
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On a platonic level, my boss broke up with my co~worker today. More accurately, he was laid off. There was very little notice given and it's a rather tough pill to swallow ~ at least for me. He probably handled it better than I did... but in my defense, he is not pregnant with twins. :)
For the last 6 months, he and I have been working in the satellite office together. He's been a pleasure to work with in every way a co~worker can be. He was a wealth of knowledge in a field I'd considered myself relatively well versed in ~ and taught me a lot. He was easy to talk to and never seemed bothered about my stories of the boys and Shawn. He was kind, courteous and helpful to our clients. He is one of the most hilarious people I've ever met and is married to one of the most hilarious writers I've ever read (at least in blog form!).
On a personal level, he had a love for his wife and family that you don't see too often these days. He's just a really good person... and it's not every day that you meet someone who is genuinely good.
He left today, about an hour before I did. As soon as he was gone, the office felt huge and empty. Immediately I felt lonely, thinking about the 7 hour days, four days a week that I will sit in that quiet office alone.
I may have to start dragging my boys to work with me to entertain me when the phone isn't ringing.
Or perhaps I'll get a blowup doll to put in his chair. Do you think the clients would think me strange if they walked in to my office and saw that? ;)








