The Imaginary Football

So....I haven't felt like blogging for awhile. We've had a crazy, trying couple of months, and every time I thought about doing a post, it just seemed like one more thing to do. However, I've had this cute little note that Carter wrote sitting on my desk for some time now staring at me. Maybe cute isn't the right word. Not only was he really ticked off when he wrote it, but it also reveals things about our family...that we aren't perfect. (I know it's hard to believe...I scream June Cleaver.)

Anyway, Taylor and Carter have been fighting more with each other this last year. They have been best friends for so long, and now as they are growing up, they are so much more competitive with each other. Everything has to be fair, ya know? Sometimes it drives me nuts!

People that know Taylor know that she loves to write stories and express herself in that way. She and Carter had just had a fight, and rather than say mean things to him at that moment, she wrote it down, and then of course left it in a place where he'd see it. I wish I still had her note because it was pretty dramatic. She addressed it to an "Imaginary Fairy" something to the effect of:

Dear Imaginary Fairy,

My life is awful. My brother is this and that. He gets away with everything. Why must I have a brother like that, etc, etc, etc.....

From,

Taylor

So, Carter must have found the note because I found this note in his room:

Dear Imaginary Football,

Okay, let's stop there. I'm going to jump into Carter's head for a second. He's thinking, "Hey, that's not such a bad idea writing a note. I'll even make sure everyone sees it...but there is NO WAY I'M WRITING TO A FAIRY. What else could I write to? Hmmm....."

Let's continue:

Dear Imaginary Football,

I have been treated with no care. I haven't been loved by my family. I want to be loved. It's great to have a 7 year old kid to blame. It's ME! Please help me.

Love: Sincerely,

Carter

We'll never know if the Imaginary Football came to his aid. He is such a sweet boy and is definitely a peacemaker. I can assure you that he is loved beyond measure. I can also assure you that I am not June Cleaver, and sometimes I feel like I really mess up. That's just part of motherhood though, I'm learning. I am so grateful to be a mom to my three beautiful, fighting children. It's going by so quickly, and I'm trying to hang on to every moment...even these.