I didn't really have anything to write about tonight. I was thinking about discussing my faith issues or religion issues but that seemed like a downer on this Ash Wednesday. I started and deleted several other opening paragraphs and was about to call it off when I got socked with an idea. I will write about Jacob, again.
Jacob just socked me in the tummy. It's something he does. Comes out of the blue, I'm just standing there (first mistake). Jacob then says "mom" and I respond (second mistake) with an answer of some sort. Then I get socked in the tummy. If it isn't a tummy sock then it is the heads or tails shin kick. The title is pretty self explanatory. Jacob has a coin (that he probably found on the counter, making it mine) that he flips, keeps covered and then asks "heads or tails?" He looks at it and either gives a face of complete disappointment or grins and shin kicks me.
I shouldn't complain. He has curtailed many of his other antics as of late. There is no more opossum while I am trying to go to bed. I have not been caught in an avalanche of love in ages. Emmitt is the only one that is currently and frequently chased and tortured. And by tortured I mean mugged and tummy rubbed to the point of retaliation. An Emmitt attack is a lot of fun. He has no claws but is as strong as Hercules. He also has a wicked grip and will bite the hand that feeds him or tortures him.
Even with the opossums and avalanches and other natural disaster type displays of affection, I should not complain. Jacob is such a treat.
Now that I am working so much closer to home and Krispy Kreme, Jacob and friends stop by to see me and to buy juice. The perception is that Jacob buys this juice to mix with liquor and that I am an ostrich burying my head in the avalanche of love. And the more I doubt them, the more they give me that look like I am an idiot. And all I can think is that not every kid is out drinking and lying to his parents. Not every kid was like me. If Jacob is out drinking, then he is hiding it incredibly well because he always gives us a kiss goodnight when he comes home. And his breath is not minty fresh.
Why do people so often assume the worst? Why does a kid declaring his appreciation for his parents mean that he wants something? Cannot a seventeen year old boy stop into his mother's place of business, hug her tightly in aisle one and proclaim "this is my mom and I love her and I don't care who know it!"?
I feel so fortunate to have a tummy socking kid that stops in to see me at work. I know that my time is limited with him. I know that my Jacob will soon become the world's Jacob in the same way that My Ashlyn and My Hayley now belong to the world. I know that my days of having him dinking around the house are limited. I know that I will become a place that he stops by to see on his way to fame and fortune. I know that sooner than later Harlow will miss her wrestling partner, Emmitt will miss his tormentor and I will miss my tummy punches and shin kicks.
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