"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn
it's a jungle out there
Saturday, August 13, 2011
what he's good for...
It's been one crazy summer.
My new sanctuary has become The Sanctuary For Many.
Sister Adrienne deemed it The House of Wayward Souls.
And so it has been.
Many a wayward soul, teenaged boy, high school best friend, separated at birth never met before maternal aunt, random neighborhood kids, and very pregnant friends, have spent time in this Beacon Satellite Chapel of the Batshit Crazy.
There are always at least 3 of Jack's friends here all the time. Like 24/7 all the time.
It's like I live with Beevus and Butthead.
It's like Neverland Lord of the Flies. And I'm Wendy.
No rules. except don't break my house
They've existed on pizza, toaster strudel, and microwavable cheeseburgers from BJs.
Nothing green except gatorade
Lots of Coke. Lots of XBox. Lots of time in the pool.
And they ALWAYS eat standing up. Or walking around.
The only time they SIT and eat is when they're huddled around a computer screen.
It's all good. They've been happy.
This week we've iv'e had a bit of a reprieve.
Bruce has taken the boys to San Francisco.
No XBox. No computers. Lots of good food and lots of new experience.
And lots of time with their Dad
I got this email today
Subject: Your Boys
I took the boys to a very nice Northern Italian restaurant. Not TOO fancy, but very nice, very good food and very grown up. I taught them how read a menu like that, and how to decide what to order.
We learned about putting ones napkin on ones lap, and about puting bread on a bread plate. Also about putting butter on your butter plate, NOT just reaching over your dinner companion, and then buttering your bread. We lerned about sitting up straight and not cramming food into one's mouth.
We learned about how to get a server's attention without waving one's arms in the air or calling out loud for the waiter. Ty ordered the ricotta stuffed raviolis ( homemade) with veal Bolognese.
Jack ordered the lemon-scented risotto with Monterey prawns stuffed with crab in a delicate lemon butter sauce. We learned about the differences between Northern and Southern Italian cuisine.
They learned about when you finish your meal to place your silverware diagonally across the top of your plate.
They BOTH loved it and felt so grown-up. I was so proud of them, as you surely would have been
"it occurred to me that the only real sin you can commit as a mother is to deny your children's right to be who they are and what they want to be and that the only real sin you can commit against yourself is to deny who you truly are and prevent yourself from being who that is"