It is Wed. and that means it is time to Pour Your Heart Out with Shell at "Things I Can't Say".
(I started to write this back in October, it started a much different way, crazy how much change happens in 2 months it wasn't even about the same idea, it was about my boy though)
Bear; my boy, my oldest child but, he will always be my little boy no matter how big he gets. I was nervous to have a boy. BOY was I nervous. This little man I have has taught me a lot. He would rather me stay home with him everyday. I know that and it breaks my heart to walk out the door in the morning. I remind myself I work to give my children a great life. He hides things of mine in the mornings, things he knows I need for work (smart kid). He recently told us about his friend, his friend is the type of friend that no one else can see. His friend is nice, I was told last week that his friend thinks I am pretty (this is the kinda' friend I like) but it got me thinking... If I was at home, would this friend have come around. Did this friend appear because my Bear doesn't get enough attention. I know, I know, imaginary friends are a part of a pre-school child's life. A lot of kids have them. I don't know why I think something is wrong because he has one.
But I do.
I don't know why.
I don't think it is bad.
I know a lot of friends who's children have imaginary friends.
So why am I thinking that it is because of something I am doing or not doing?