Boys

When I walked through the door I wasn't greeted as usual. 

There was not the normal sound of hurrying feet rushing to my side.

I didn't feel the familiar arms wrapped around me immediately upon entrance.

When my eyes met his as I scanned the room for him, I knew in an instant the reasons for my feelings of abandonment.

He gathered his belongings and walked towards me as though it were going to be the last time he made that journey.  We buckled up our seat belts in silence.  The quiet didn't last more than 5 seconds.  Suddenly, there were tears and a burst of agony.  He covered his face in shame as though he didn't want me to see the misery across his face.  My heart ached for him and I wanted to reach out and hold him and tell him it would be alright.  But, I wanted to give him time to cry.  He needed to let go and get the tears out.  Although there would soon be more tears he looked as though he felt better soon after the first tear fell.  He composed himself just before we entered the garage. 

He wanted to be strong.  Tough.

We went our separate ways.  He to one side of the house and me to the other.  Soon enough we would meet again.

Within minutes he was at my bedroom door and in the softest voice he asked me;

Can we get it over with now, I don't want to wait any longer.  I've been thinking about it all day long.  I couldn't even enjoy my day knowing what was waiting for me when I got home.

He cried more when I was finished. 

We hugged. 

I told him that I loved him so much.  Then, he looked in my eyes and said he was sorry for what he did, and told me he loved me even more.

Everything really *was* going to be alright.

MY CHILD TALKS TOO MUCH!!!  He's been getting sad faces at school for chatting away.  I've given him chances and chance and chances.  I told him the last time that if he came home again with a sad face for talking he would be spanked .  I keep my promises.  Only because I want him to take me seriously.  If I didn't spank him this time then the talking would be acceptable.

It was very hard to do.  But let me tell you that when he reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck it was the best and the worst feeling.  Best because it meant that he still loves me even when I spank him.  Worst because he wispered in my ear how much that darn spanking hurt!

What can I say? 

I love to talk.

He gets it honestly.