This morning Gavin came to me and said, "Mama Robin's nest looks kind of messed up". I dragged a chair over to look inside the nest...and the eggs were gone. The crow, or blackbirds, won. It was a sad morning, but as I said before, they are all teaching moments. You know, the circle of life and everything. Hakuna matata. Making lemonade out of lemons. Really, I just want to get out the shotgun and go Scarface on the crows.
Later when we went outside to plant some of the garden Liam found what was left of Mama Robin's eggs. It was pretty depressing.
We decided to take a walk to the park to "make lemonade" out of the rest of the day. It was Ian's first visit to a park. He loved the rocks. He was trying to swim in them.
There were three boys sitting at the park when we first got there. The whole time they were telling "Your mama is so ______ (fat, stupid, ugly, short, hairy) jokes. I was curious how my boys would react to that type of behavior. Would they say something or ignore them? Or laugh along with the boys with hopes of being accepted? They kept their distance, strangely enough, since my oldest two are definitely not shy. Aidan came over to me and asked, " Are they trying to make jokes? That's not funny, don't they like their moms?"
Some days, despite the struggles and backslides and ugly moments, there is proof that we're doing something right.






