October 08, 2009

The Many Faces of Bones

I have two varying, but kind of funny stories about Bones. One of them needs some background information.

Bones refers to the time before he was born as 'When I was still in God's hands'. It is something he picked up at a little pre-school I sent him to as a toddler and approaching the cusp of his teen/pre-teen years, he still uses the phrase and he does so with the utmost sincerity.

So for the first story...

Last Friday night we attended my eldest's high school's football game. (Sidenote, their team SUCKS, but I have been told this is a 'rebuilding year'. Hunh.) 'Twas the first high school football game I have attended in... 25 years?

My husband was unable to attend, Mr. T had the swine flu, so I loaded up the asexual mom-mobile with Bones, Ringo, and two of Ringo's friends.

We got to the game and the teenagers disappeared, not because I'm not cool (they like me), but because they had folks to hang with, people to see... things to do. Bones traveled between me and the concession stand.

At 10 years old, my old adage still stands true for him, "It's all about the snacks".

I sat with a teacher I know and a friend of mine whose son graduated and now works for the band director.

After half time, the heavens opened and a torrential rain came, leaving people running to their cars, and me huddled under my umbrella looking like a mushroom. I had brought the teenagers to the game, and would not leave unless they wanted to. Bones quickly found me, the teenagers decided they didn't want to stay, and we made our way home.

Now typically, Bones knows a lot of kids at these games. His friends have older brothers and sisters that go to this high school, but for whatever reason, this particular game... he knew no one, except a couple 11 year olds from his school... 6th graders.

And the rain came down and down and down, and Bones was drenched and full of happy wet energy and the 11 year olds said to my 10 year old, "Hey, stick around. It's raining. We can watch all the girls in their wet t-shirts."

Bones related this to me in the car. He said he looked at them and said, "These girls are too old for you! They don't care anything about you!" and then he said, "No thanks, I'm leaving" and he came and found me. He said in his mind he was disgusted at the 11 year olds and thought it was not very nice.

I wasn't sure what to say. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about positive reinforcement, which I did... profusely, but inside, something touched me very deep by what he did. Not only did he see a wrong and walk away, something I am perpetually afraid he will not do as a teenager, but he didn't like what he saw as dirtiness... and in his eyes, the knowing of right and wrong.

And he walked. He is full of suprises. My sweet little boy.


And now we have the second story, which is full of vibrato.

Driving home from school today, the two younger boys were in the back picking on each other as brothers do, calling each other names, making fun of each other, poking, prodding and being all around... pains in the neck. I can filter it all out, by the way. In my world... I am deaf to it all at this point, unless blood is shed or I hear someone is hurt. I can pick and choose, I guess.

And for some reason, my hearing tuned in and the following conversation occurred to the best of my recollection:

Bones: Oh yeah? Well I can remember when I was still in God's hands.

T: No you can't.

Bones: Oh yes I can. I was looking down on all of you and beside me was the Super Model that I'm going to marry one day.

Me, awake to what is going on around me suddenly: *blink* Super Model?

T: You're not going to marry a super model.

Bones in a taunting hystercal voice: Yeah, well, you don't think I have it in me, but yooooou'll see. Just you waiiiiit and seeeeeeee...

Holy crap. Mr. T and I could not quit laughing.

Posted by Boudicca at October 8, 2009 09:21 PM

My middle brother used to say, "When I was a grownup". He had this whole imaginary Benjamin Button thing going on. And he told stories about the amazing things he had done as an adult, before he got young.

This is also the same brother who created his own words for things. He had quite a vocabulary for his personal language. Unfortunately, since he was the inventor, he pretty much ended up conversing with himself. (Except whenever I would read him a book, he would make me substitute his words for some of the ones he didn't like.)

He was a funny little kid. Now he is all grown up and a soldier.

Posted by: PeggyU at October 9, 2009 02:38 AM

The first story brought tears to my eyes, and the second had me lol-ing. What a neat kid!

Posted by: Mrs. Who at October 9, 2009 04:56 PM

Peggy- Funny you should say that... but that's how I refer to Bones, he's a funny little kid. Your bro though sounds like a riot. I'm not seeing soldier in Bones' future, however. Just not. Heh.

Mrs. Who- The funniest thing happened at tonight's football game. We were sitting there, Bones walked up and was just being Bones, he walked away and a Mom I know who used to teach at his school and now just volunteers said to me, "OMG. He is SUCH a great kid. I LOVE YOUR SON. I wish I was still teaching JUST so I could teach HIM." My husband and I laughed and we both said something along the lines of 'I'm sure his teacher will let you have him' or "Oh you can have him..."

He is a bright light in our lives, but he is a HIGH maintenance kid. Good Lord...

Posted by: Bou at October 9, 2009 09:22 PM