You wouldn't know it now, but not many years ago E used to be super shy. Like...if he didn't know you he couldn't or wouldn't bring himself to talk to you. He'd hang back and let you do what it do pretty much keeping his own counsel. I wondered if he'd ever change since he had no problem talking his mother's or my head off about the most nonsensical minute of anything.
Sometimes I'd go pick him up from the afterschool program early just because it was a pretty day and I wanted him to get some fresh air instead of being inside somewhere. When I'd get there...it would take forever for them to find E. He'd be off to himself reading a book and just staying out of folks' way.
As these things go...he had a few bigger, meaner kids who were checking for him cuz sometimes kids are azzholes and they don't know the kid has someone in their life who WILL fight a kid.
But he hardly ever said anything about it. The folks at the school or at the afterschool program would tell us about something that went down...but he wouldn't say too, too much about it and, in fact, downplayed it a lot.
It was decided that he didn't need to be in an afterschool program with the same azzhole kids he'd been around all day at school and lawd knows he didn't need to be there all day during the summer.
Yall know a bit of my Godson's personality from my posts about his quick wit. There's really something about that kid. He's a leader, a thoughtful leader. He's smart as hell, funny as hell, and a really nice kid.
The first day of being here at 13700 during the summer I did what my mother used to do with us.
Put him out of the house.
You should have seen him.
All shiny in new shorts, which he was uncomfortable in because he HATED wearing shorts and showing his lil legs, bright white socks pulled up awkwardly and a new shirt. Playing clothes. HIs mommy had decided he needed playing clothes. He looked at me like I was crazy and was like...um...and I repeated myself. "Get out my house."
He went outside.
I stood at the front windows and watched him walk up and down the sidewalks in front of and on side of our home.
After about 10 minutes of this, I went outside.
Neighborhood kids were having summer fun. They were laughing and riding bikes, skateboards, scooters, playing ball, swinging...all of that.
Me: What are you doing?
Me: Why aren't you playing with the other kids?
E: I don't know them.
Me: Well introduce yourself.
He looked down at his feet and then back up.
E: I don't know what to say to them.
And I realized that he was terrified of starting off on the wrong foot and it being just like at that afterschool program and that hurt my heart.
But...his T-Monnie ain't no punk and she's not about to let him be one either.
Me: What do you mean? You're a kid. Yall don't have bills to talk about or discussions regarding politics or healthcare. You don't have mortgages, none of you have a car. You walk up and say...hey...I'm E...wanna play?
E: That's it?
Me: Yes. Now go to the park and introduce yourself.
And he headed off.
After about 10 minutes I headed out to the park armed with snacks. I walked right up to where they all were and gave the snacks to E and told him to share with his friends. As I walked away, he was all grinned-t up, giving his new friends a snack.
Like his T-Monnie would do.
After that, my house was a constant wham and bam of the front door being slammed open and shut. Of laughter and lil funky azz puppy smelling kids. When it rained, those whose parents I knew were allowed to come in and play the Wii. As a Nintendo Ambassador, E's T-Monnie always had the latest and the greatest.
And I watched him turn into a little senator. Not quite all extroverted...but certainly not all introverted.
I remember once a neighborhood girl called him a name which pissed him off. He was so mad I thought he was going to break something.
When he calmed down he told me the girl called him a "fairy." E wanted to snatch her azz.
So did I.
This particular lil girl was gorgeous and I've watched her grow into a beautiful and yet mean spirited young lady. But she knows I don't play which is why, one day when I was driving home the same time the school bus was dropping kids off and I saw her get off the bus and run into the arms of a MUCH older boy kissing him like a grown azz woman...I rolled down my window and told her to get her lil azz in my truck and took her home.
I went outside and asked her what her problem was. She immediately started saying she was sorry. I made E come over so she could apologize to him.
Her: I'm sorry E. That was a mean thing for me to call you. I didn't mean it.
E wouldn't even look at her azz.
Me: E...what do you say?
E: Nothing, because I don't think she's being sincere and I'm not accepting her apology.
I stood there proud as hell and told him if he felt that way truly...that was an okay feeling to have.
And I went home.
E came in after and fixed him a snack. He came sat out on the deck with me and we got to jibber jabbering about something odd and then he got quiet and asked me if there will be mean people everywhere he goes.
Me: Unfortunately, yes so you're going to have to learn how to deal with them so that the outcome is always in your favor. Sometimes being nice to a butthole isn't a bad thing because mean people have pea brains and they only deal in the most basic of emotions. Do you understand that?
He thunk on it hard and said yes...he did.
Every month during Midol Week I get sad real deep down inside about the whole baby making thing and it throws me for a loop. Couple that with PMS crap and my living with SIP daily and well...I'm not the most pleasant person to be around. During those times, however, it's more poignant than ever to me how blessed I am to still have a life filled with children. When that kid walks through that door excited to show me his test papers...it brings my evil azz joy and I'm so thankful for his mommy for letting me get to share in the joy that is he.
Yesterday when he told me he wanted Finland as a surprise...I laughed for a full ten minutes. He knows just what to say to make me crack up.
The Senator. That's what I call him. I predict that kid is going to do EXTRAORDINARY things in his life. His mommy knows it. His Unca Robby knows it. I know it.
If you ever meet him and he reacts to something COMPLETELY unfair with poise, diplomacy and bribery if need be...I'd like to think he got that from his T-Monnie, his Godmother. And if, in that same situation a meanie got too out the box and he had to tag 'em? Well...we all know he got that from SIP.
And if he breaks down the state of the conflict in Afghanistan...well...he got that from his Unca Robby.
I'm not having a good day today and I can't wait until E gets home.