My little boy is growing up. I know, duh! They all do-constantly. But it really hit me today. He had a birthday party to go to tonight for his friend Clinton. Owen has four friends at school that he just loves and talks about all the time. Clinton, Caden, Jay, and Malcolm. Malcolm is the only one who wasn't there because apparently Clinton doesn't much care for him. Ah, the drama of today's preschoolers. He didn't need me at all tonight (except to find the potty). He was just Mr. Popular. All of the other mothers were telling me how much their kids just love Owen. That makes me feel good because that means so far he isn't the brat that everyone avoids. Those boys just played and played like crazy and none of them fought or cried or anything. None of them wanted to leave either, we finally had to drag the three of them away at 8:30.
Owen makes up these crazy stories for me about his friends. He told me one day that he had his own house and when I asked him who lived there he said, "me and my boys". He then proceeded to tell me how he and Caden work in a big building and Caden drives him there in his Jeep (Owen is still too afraid to drive his own Jeep Powerwheel). He has also started telling David and I that "Jay will get mad" or "Jay will get upset" if he cleans up his messes when we ask him to.
So I'm really happy for Owen and proud of him for having friends. I know it sounds basic but it's a big deal to me. I've never been that great at having friends like that. I've had lots of friends, sure, but as a child I don't remember ever having a "posse" like Owen does. I was shy and didn't get close to people easily. I want Owen to live to enjoy life and be carefree because I never have and I think it would feel good. I want Owen to have the storybook childhood that I didn't and just enjoy being a kid before the crappiness of real life sets in.
Owen makes up these crazy stories for me about his friends. He told me one day that he had his own house and when I asked him who lived there he said, "me and my boys". He then proceeded to tell me how he and Caden work in a big building and Caden drives him there in his Jeep (Owen is still too afraid to drive his own Jeep Powerwheel). He has also started telling David and I that "Jay will get mad" or "Jay will get upset" if he cleans up his messes when we ask him to.
So I'm really happy for Owen and proud of him for having friends. I know it sounds basic but it's a big deal to me. I've never been that great at having friends like that. I've had lots of friends, sure, but as a child I don't remember ever having a "posse" like Owen does. I was shy and didn't get close to people easily. I want Owen to live to enjoy life and be carefree because I never have and I think it would feel good. I want Owen to have the storybook childhood that I didn't and just enjoy being a kid before the crappiness of real life sets in.
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