Tasha Goes Blue: Little Boy Blues
It’s a beautiful, chilly morning. I take a sip of my perfectly infused tea as I watch my little ones enjoying a wooden train se, playing so happily, with such innocence. Then, suddenly, a wave of sadness comes crashing over me. No, I’m not mentally unstable (well, I guess that’s up for debate).
“Why so blue?” you ask? Because after feeling such a strong sense of pride and joy in my boys, I look over at my oldest son (he just turned eight, but he’ll always be my baby!) and he says those words that make every mom cringe…”I’m bored!” There he is, my perfect little angel, snubbing his nose at something so childish as a wooden train. The coolness of things like video games, Star Wars and various other super heroes call to him like a beacon in the night. “Play with us!” they call, waiting to destroy that last bit of innocence that hangs in the balance. I try and try to shine my own light in his eyes. “Look at how this track can be rebuilt different ways! How cool is that?!” But alas, nothing!
So what’s a momma to do? “Let him go!” shouts my husband, video game controller in hand. But I can’t bare to do it. I am hanging on for dear life to that little boy with rosy cheeks and a freckled nose that thinks one day he may just marry me.
