It’s the shortest and most ancient

Last Wednesday as T and me are driving to the dentist we are talking about his lack of reading. And how much it kills me because I am a voracious reader and I just do not understand. He does say to me ‘mom I know that it really bothers you and I do read, just not the way you do.’ Okay so maybe he might be humoring me but as I squinted at him sideways he grinned at me and I could not argue any further.

And than this happened:

‘So mom, you know the Eiffel Tower?’

I am a little confused because he is pronouncing the E like an I and I am not quite sure what he is asking me. So I make him repeat it at least three times before I understand.

‘Do you mean the Eiffel Tower in Paris?’

‘Yeah, I was researching it today. Did you know that it is the shortest building in the world?’

‘Um no buddy it isn’t. It is very tall. I think you might be confused because they give the height in meters.’

‘C’mon mom, I know.’

‘Buddy, no I am sorry. That is not true. It was an amazing creation. A masterpiece of it’s time. In WWII they actually blacked it out during a blitz so the Germans could not find it. I know buddy because I have read about this. There is an amazing book……’

‘So mom, when you win the lottery can we go to Paris? I wanna see the Eiffel Tower.’

‘Sure buddy. And maybe we need to do a little more research so you understand a little better.’

‘Hey mom, did you know in Egypt they have an ancient pyramid.’

And I must be a sucker for punishment. I know that he is 8 and I know that he will garble his facts but my OCD nature and just because the facts must be right, I have to correct him. Hence all the wonderful conversations we have had.

‘So which pyramid are we talking about?’

‘You know mom, that really ancient one.’

‘Um are we talking the Sphinx? The Giza Pyramids? The Valley of Kings?’

Moooooooooom, you know the ancient one.’

So I gave up. I listened to his happy chatter and bit my tongue. I tried not to point out to him that there were a lot of pyramids in Egypt. I ignored his facts on the Eiffel Tower. However he was really excited about the way the workers had to work on platforms that were on the outside of the tower. This is going to require further investigation.

So maybe I should actually consider this a win on the reading front? T might not be interested in reading fiction the way that I am. But he is showing an interest in history. I love history…….but shhhhhhhhh I have a secret, I like all history but Canadian. We are just so boring. LOL This is a starting point and from here I will push him into the deep end and nurture the need to learn about the past.

At least I know now that a trip to Paris and Egypt is on the books should I ever win the lottery.

Male Best Friends

I am not a boy.  I do not understand the male (and I paint all  males with the same brush for the purpose of this blog) fascination with cars/trucks, things mechanical, hunting, naked boobs, penises and of course farting. I do however have an 8 year old son so I am learning to appreciate a fine fart.

As I write this T and his best friend are in my bathroom peeing into the toilet side by side.  They have been friends since they were two and one and a half respectively. They have bathed together, slept in the same bed for last six years on sleepovers.  And they really really miss one another when they are apart.

My ex and me have joint custody.  We share one week on and one week off.  My son’s best friend lives next door to me.  Literally next door to me.  And when my son is not here, he pines for  him and vise versa.  Sunday mornings find me receiving texts asking at what time is T coming home. Does he miss K? K is waiting for T…..what time is he coming again.  Within seconds of my son arriving home, he is out the door and into K’s house or K is bursting through my door.

During the school week due to the shifts that I work, the boys do not get to see one another a lot.  Tuesday if K’s mom picks up T from the sitter’s. Wednesday for like half an hour before K goes to hockey. And than comes Friday and Saturday. From four p.m. on Friday until approximately 7 p.m. on Saturday these boys are inseperable. Except for bedtime and if they can wheedle a sleepover out of us, they don’t even have to be apart for the night.

Today K’s mom had a migraine so lucky K got to skip school and stay home. Cool, until I mentioned it to T who decided that it was totally unfair that when I was sick I made him got to school. K has been waiting patiently all day for T. And at 3:25 pm the texts begin.

“K is looking at the clock.”

“15 minutes until the bell rings. Why do all these dickheads have to park like right up my butt?’

“K says ok. I dunno cause they are a**holes?”

“10 minutes to bell rings. They are all dumb bums.”

“Lol that rhymes.”

“5 minutes until bell rings.”

“K says to me: I have been longing for T all day and I bet that T is longing for me.”

Both moms are speechless. Longing at 8 for each other?

As I wait the 15 minutes for T to be released from school I continue to receive texts from K’s mom ( who is my best friend how is that for a great story?) about how K is waiting and patiently watching the clock for us to get home.

Finally the school bell rings and voila my child comes bolting for the car. And after my sitting out there for 15 minutes T wants to walk home. My response was oh hell no, I sat here for 15 minutes get your butt in here and K is waiting for you. Well into the car he scrambled and onward mom let’s go.

We pulled into the complex and as I drove into my parking spot I look over at the neighbor’s and there is K jumping up and down in his window. Waving away so pumped because T is home. T bolts from the car and dances around the parking lot calling “K” like Brando screams Stella in ‘A Streetcar named Desire’.

They are the best of friends. They do the weirdest stuff together. They tell one another secrets and their dreams and all the things that they would never tell their moms. They look like brothers. Come June, they are going to be living in different cities, approximately 45 minutes apart depending on driving conditions.

I never had a best friend when I was 8. They say that any friendship that last longer that 7 years is destined to last forever. I look at these two brothers who were born of different mothers and I know that I will be dancing at K’s wedding just as M will be dancing at T’s. They will always be there for one another. They will always have one another’s backs. I am sure that if T has issues K will come running to his rescue and I know damn well that T will run to his. I am a little envious that I do not have a childhood best friend, a friend who knows all my secrets, all the inside jokes. But I am so happy that K and T have found one another and will be best friends for life. What I am not looking forward to is the next 10 years of fart and poop jokes. And dear lord, can  I just skip the teen years?


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