We've been fighting Jacob a lot lately with his "attitude." I guess part of growing up is thinking you know better than your parents and exerting your independence and sense of self . . . as painful as it is to watch & live through.
So last week when we took Jacob to his first Blue & Gold Banquet for Cub Scouts, he was too cool to play any of the silly games with the older boys no matter what Mom or Dad said to try and convince him. "That's dumb," or "That's so easy. I'm not wasting my time doing that," was all we could get out of Jacob. Finally the peer pressure of the Scout leaders and some other boys got to Jacob, and, of course, he had a BLAST playing the dumb and silly games.
Soon after I took Jacob to the library after he begged and begged so he could find a Star Wars chapter book to read (which is too hard to him to read, but hey, who am I to stop him from trying). The library was out of Book One, so Jacob searched and searched for other cool books. I found all kinds of darling, cute books that he kept turning down. When I finally asked him what his problem was, he said, "Mom, I don't want a 'cute' book, I want a 'cool' one!" Ohhhh! What was I thinking? Now there's a whole slew of books at the library that Jacob won't read because I mislabeled them as "cute." We'll have to give him some time to forget before returning!
Then the day came when the school called. Jacob was sick at school and had just thrown up all over his classroom. I remember when I was a kid in school that NOTHING was more embarrassing than vomiting in front of your peers! Poor Jacob. I raced to school and found him sitting in the sick room quietly trying to be brave. As soon as he saw me he ran and threw himself into my arms sobbing. He couldn't hold back any longer. There I was, the one person he didn't have to pretend to be cool in front of. The person he knew loved him no matter what. It's nice to know that I'm still good for something and that no matter how big Jacob gets, he still needs his mom.
