Like Mother, Like Son

I am a firm believer that ignoring your children can be a good thing. Once upon a time, grown-ups did mostly grown-up things and kids did mostly kid things and everything was just fine. It encourages kids to be creative and find things to do to entertain themselves.


Yesterday, I was busy ignoring Numbers 1-4 while working on some Cancer Card Xchange business in my closet-turned-office.

Number 3, "Mama, Mama, hey Mama.."


Me, ignoring.


"Mama, don't you think I should have my own office too? I could do work."


Me, ignoring.


"I'm gonna go make an office in my closet too."


Me, ignoring.


Ten minutes later, "Mama, Mama, Maaaaaama! Come'mere and see my office."

"Now I can do work. I moved all that junk out (now a huge pile of "junk" in the middle of his bedroom floor) and moved my white table in. Here is my notebook. I added my nap mat in case I get tired. I'm gonna need some markers and some Sharpies. I won't draw on the wall again, I promise."

Another day, another story,

Em