This is a poem my son wrote for school.

Where I’m From

I am from computers galore.
I’m from Game Boys for sister and I,
to the Dreamcast connected to the TV.
I am from a small shared yard,
with flies attracted to our plants.
I am from a dead end street,
with an apartment complex next to us,
and an elementary school three blocks away.

I am from sandwiches and ice cream,
to mashed potatoes and fried chicken.
I am from “Tough,” “This is a mess,”
and “May I play on the computer?”

I am from a now-bachelor and a single mom,
recently divorced by interests.
I’m from a grandfather who
volunteers at MCTV.
My feelings are bottled up
for politeness to adults.
My feelings are unknown to
my Mom and Dad.
My wise, wise mother decided
to schedule a counselor,
so that sister and I may
vent off our thoughts.

I thought this was a touching and very interesting poem when my son gave this to me. There are good insights here that give me things to think about and appreciate. And I appreciate my children. I can’t say often enough how lucky I feel to be their mom. They are both smart, funny and not much gets past them.

For instance: They both have noticed that I spend everyday talking to Frock. And when they see my webcam on, they always take the opportunity to say hi to him. Well yesturday they decided it was time to say hello and talk to him for a bit. They monopolized maybe 30 minutes of time, but afterwards they both told me that it was okay if I wanted to date Frock. Since both of them have been adamant on the fact that I can’t date, this was a very big concession on their part. When I asked them if they were sure, Alex replies, “Yes Mom, he’s worth it.”

I got all teary eyed for a bit, while Frock does live 3000 miles away and we’re only meeting for the first time in Nov. I have grown incredibly attached to him, and the fact that my children had told me “no dating,” there was a big conflict. But I’m convinced that since whomever I bring into my life will affect their lives too, I needed to have their approval. I’ve been told several times that I should listen if my children ever tell me that someone meets their qualifications. And it looks like I’ve got one.

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