Tuesday, September 10, 2013
My youngest is starting middle school and is old enough to stay home alone. I'd be more nervous about this except that my husband's parents live next door, literally. I'm excited for the new school as it's an Arts and Technology charter school which are two things that he is very good at. He's had a rough few years in some of the younger grades and I'm excited so far this year seems to be going well. He's just beginning to figure out who he is and how he relates to the world around him.
The boys are referred to as the Spawn. I'm not sure how this started but it quickly became a reference point for both of them. Individually they are Big Spawn and Little Spawn. Neither of them seem to mind the nickname and several of their friends have made it a goal to become an "Adopt-a-Spawn."
My parenting style is unconventional and not for the faint of heart. I allow them to be boys. They wrestle and play but also understand that hitting out of anger is not appropriate. I have never babied them or let them make excuses for their behaviors. They know that they are responsible and people see that in them every time they hold the door open for a stranger or offer to help someone in need.
I'm proud of my boys and all of their quirks.
Wife of a Native, Mum to the Spawn. I don't fit in a box, literally or figuratively. I don't have a label. I can't be cataloged. Wife, Mum, Writer, Editor, Reviewer, and Photographer. Advocate for common sense, creator of havoc and collector of names.
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