Or Saturday afternoon sunshine for the little folk. In any case, it’s football season! I never thought I’d be excited to watch football games and practices, but I actually am. Elijah decided he wanted to play football this year. At first I was nervous- I mean, I can’t imagine any mom not being nervous for their baby to get with a whole bunch of boys in helmets and pads and try to crush each other. His excitement, coupled with my nephews (who is also playing in the same league-yay), has started to get to me.
My son is not exactly a workout-kind of kid, who is driven to run and wear himself out on purpose, which is where my nervousness comes in. He is more of an “I’ll do it later” kind of kid, or “I’d rather sit here and watch someone else do it” kind of kid. I know that football takes dedication and hard work, and I worry he’s getting himself into something he isn’t going to enjoy. And he’s worried that since this is his first year, he isn’t going to understand the plays as well as the boys who have played for years. He thinks he’s going to look like this out there:
I think that he’ll be fine, and once he really gets into it, he’ll feel better, and be able to enjoy it (I hope). He has no choice but to play out the season- I told him once he signed up, he isn’t allowed to quit. So whether he likes it or not, he’s in it for the long haul. But I’d much rather have four months of happy having fun Lijah then this:
Camp is over. I got my baby back. All is right with the world. The End.
Except, that’s not how it really happened. Friday was the last day of camp- yay! I was super excited to go pick up my bundle of joy from the church and hear about all the cool things I know he did while he was there. I knew he’d be tired; I mean last year when I picked him up he slept for three hours, woke up for two, and then slept 12 hours again that night. When he gets really tired and isn’t willing to admit it, he cries. At everything. (Just like his mama.) So after Elijah told me how tired he wasn’t, roughly five minutes later he began crying in a game of kickball with his friend because of something so ridiculous my mind refuses to even try to remember. So, I took him home to nap, to which he promptly fell ‘not’ asleep in about 27 seconds. The next two days were slightly, um fun, with him going back and forth between crying and sulking, and me going back and forth between being happy he was home and not. I mean, not that I don’t want my child home, but clearly I had misguided visions of sugar plums dancing around in my head before he came home. And I didn’t see any part of any sugar plums at my house.
I realize that my expectations of him were a bit high; I mean what 10-year-old boy wants to come back to his mother after five days of almost non-stop play with nothing but boys? All I do is nag him to pick up his underwear from the middle of the floor, and make him go back and turn the lights off in the room he left six hours ago. My needs to have Elijah back home were purely selfish in that I was bored without him, and didn’t have anyone to tell what to do 🙂 I sort of glossed over the fact that he needs his re-adjustment time back into civilization, just like any normal person does after a vacation. But it still hurts my heart a tiny bit to think he wasn’t as excited to come home as I was to have him come home.
So, this is what I heard on vacation a few weeks ago, and I always know whatever “It” is that he wants it must be a good one if he calls me Mommy first. This particular time, it was a turtle. Cute teeny tiny little turtle. It came with an equally teeny tiny little plastic aquarium, and a couple of days’ worth of food. And a plastic palm tree, which was very realistic.
Squirt checking himself out in the reflection 🙂
I told him if he wanted this turtle, he would have to buy it from his own vacation money, and since it would be half of his funds, I thought that would detour him. It most certainly did not, and the guy running the shop decided to not only give him a discount, but throw an extra turtle in for free! They do better in pairs, he says. Oh joy! I was worried the little guys would be traumatized during the long drive back from South Carolina to Ohio, but they were little troopers 🙂 (Elijah named them Squirt and Dribble- very appropriate in my opinion) I decided to upgrade the tiny one gallon tank to a ten gallon tank, thinking that was a move up. That lasted for about 2 weeks. When I went to the pet store to purchase an algae eater for the tank, they told me they needed special lights, bigger tanks, and live fish to eat as treats. What?!? I certainly wasn’t expecting these little guys to cause me to break the bank. And break the bank I did- I bought them a 55 gallon tank (which should last a couple of years before I will have to upgrade to 150 gallons!) I bought them UV lights, heat lights and little minnows to snack on. These guys have it made! I still need to get something decorative to fill in the large empty space, but here is their newly upgraded home:
Turtle mansion (don’t mind the bright lights)
And the minnows we bought them to snack on? Still there, swimming around with them. Elijah is super excited that he now has two MORE pets 🙂
Making friends with the enemy 🙂
I have to admit- they are growing on me. A lot. Squirt will come to the tank and peek his head out of the water so we can pet his itty head, and I swear he knows 20 minutes before its feeding time and will just watch us until we feed them! I was told they could be up to a foot in diameter when full-grown, and these suckers can live up to 50-70 years! I certainly realize how dumb I am when it comes to aquatic animal care. After spending all the time and money to get this habitat just right, I’m hoping these guys make it for the long haul. I most definitely will be more cautious in the future however, when I hear Elijah saying “Mom, can I have one?? Pleeeeassssse”
Ok, so he isn’t leaving forEVER, but he IS leaving me for 5 days! He is obviously more excited than I. Our church has a Kids Kamp, and it’s about 2 hours south of us. Elijah always has a ball, and I know that technically he doesn’t even have TIME to miss me, but it still hurts a little bit when he tells me he barely even thinks about me while he’s gone. The one thing I love that the camp does is posts videos and pictures of the kids and the activities they do that day. I pour over them searching all the tiny, happy faces for the one I really care to see. I love seeing them swim, and do crafts, and even eat frozen pickles, but the videos and pictures I love the most are of their worship time. Something about seeing hundreds of young kids with their eyes closed, hands lifted, and praising God, can darn near can bring tears to my eyes.
I realize that Elijah isn’t going to need me always, I mean eventually he has to grow up(so they say), but when I actually see the proof of his maturing and becoming more independent, it makes me a little sad. But right now, he still isn’t “too cool” to give me hugs, kisses, and “I love you’s” in front of his friends. He still wants to cuddle every now and again, and we can actually have somewhat grown up conversations with each other. If it was possible, I’d bottle him up and keep him this age forever. Although, he’d probably be pretty uncomfortable and I’m pretty sure Child Services wouldn’t approve of those living conditions. Somehow I don’t think it’d be as comfortable as Jeannie’s was 😉