Wow, what an eventful week! Had two of my great friends Angela and Andrea over for two nights, where we watched fireworks on the beach, went to a parade, and spent the day at the beach! It has been super hot! We all had a lot of fun.
After our company left today, I took the kids to Mount Pleasant to visit my mom. We spent the day there. At one point, I was getting pretty sleepy, so I decided to take the kids for a walk down to the gift shop. We get a lot of people asking Avery what happened to his leg when we are out in public, but he's usually pretty silent. Today, the gift shop volunteer asked, and he flat out said, "I got run over by a lawn mower." The lady seemed pretty unmoved. Her next question irritated me a little... "So do you still have your toes?" To my surprise Avery said "no". I was pretty impressed and proud of him! Ive been telling him at the right moments in the last couple of weeks to remind him about his foot. I dont want to take the bandage off one day and have him go in shock at the sight of his foot. I just didnt think it sunk in... but I guess i was wrong! The lady then said, "well do you have your big toe at least?" I kinda went mama bear on her and just abruptly said, "no, but he's going to be just fine aren't ya Avery? It's no different than before." And we walked out. I dont mind people asking... I get that they are curious. But don't keep pestering, and for heavens sake, don't make him feel inferior!
My mom is doing a lot better than she was in the last couple of days. She was starting to get a little spacey, forgetful, and tired. I could tell she was happy to see me and the kids. It made me smile. Im very vague on her sometimes, or I just dont mention her. The reason is, she does not like to be mentioned on facebook at all. She does not like any sort of attention. She does not want visitors there that never visited her while she was well. She's just like that.
On the way home, the girls fell asleep, and Avery was just full of it. He was asking me all sorts of things like where was he before he was born (that one blows my mind, and I had no answer for that) and what kind of music did I listen to when I was little, and all kinds of silly yet kind of interesting questions. I started playing some music for him that I loved as a kid, which in turn got him singing songs the whole.way.home. Two hours to be exact. And I loved every minute of it. He was singing songs about daycare, about deer hunting, about his dad, and any other thing you can think of. At one point he said, "Mom, want me to sing about my accident?" I perked up a little bit when I heard that and immediately said yes. I was very curious what he could possibly "sing" about regarding that topic. It went a little something like this,
"I was playin in the yard, and I got run over by a lawn mower....
I got to ride in the ambulance very fast and then a helicopterrrrrrrr....
I went to the doctor and then I came home and watched fireworks and had a lot of fuuuunnnnnnnn! With Angela and Keelie and Gage!!!!"
You have no idea how I was smiling ear to ear with tears in my eyes. Not once in that song was "hurt" mentioned. Or anything else negative. ALL of it was positive. Every single word. Very cool. This is what I was aiming for. To see the good in all of this. And he gets it!!!
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