Usually, my mom-time is spent saying things like “Stop it! Do not touch each other! You now need to sit at least fifteen feet away from each other. What’s fifteen feet? It’s a lot. It’s like the size of a giant serpent. I will turn into a giant serpent if you two don’t stop touching each other and fighting. I’ve had enough. Enough. ENOUGH!” In fact, I think I said that exact thing yesterday after my daughter’s twelfth tantrum to which Louis (6) said: “Mom, so, I believe that everyone has good in them, even you do when you’re having a really bad day. Somewhere deep, deep inside you is something good.”
Uh…(That's almost a direct quote from something I told Louis earlier when he asked if I believed in God.)
It was hot yesterday and the kids took turns throwing gigantic meltdowns. First, I had to literally drag Louis to his summer camp at Meijer Gardens. I dragged him to the car, we were rear-ended on the way to Meijer Garden (no damage), then I dragged Louis across the parking lot to check him in, he took off running, I ran after him, he hit my cell phone as I tried to call his dad, it went flying in pieces, then I dragged him back to the check in and he cried for about an hour until I was able to leave.
That’s an example of tantrum number one. There were eleven more that followed throughout out the day. (I had one of them.)
On the way to swimming lessons, we had the following conversation:
LOUIS: So, Ma, do you believe in ghosts?
SIMONE: I don’t believe in ghosts. I do believe in fairies but NOT ghosts!
LOUIS: I’m asking Mom.
ME: Well, I don’t really believe in ghosts. But sometimes I pretend to believe in them because it makes ghost stories better.
LOUIS: What about aliens?
ME: Full stop. 100%. I totally believe in them. I mean, the universe is so huge that to think that there’s no other life forms out there is just ridiculous to me.
LOUIS: Yeah! Me too. My friend Beck and me? We’ve talked about this and we think that like thousands and thousands of years ago there was like these aliens? And then there was a bam! explosion and it blew them all up and turned them into meteors and the meteors hit everything and that’s why there’s spots on the moon.
MOM: Huh. I can see that.
SIMONE: Are there alien ghosts, Momma? Do you believe in alien ghosts?
MOM: No. That seems like stretching it a little bit.
SIMONE: I think so too.
Then the kids went back to poking each other and screaming and general blood-pressure-raising behavior.
I’m hoping that once all these tantrums are done, we can have more conversations like this. They haven’t yet asked me about my theory on sandwiches or my belief system in Sasquatches. I want to tell them that everything I believe in I learned from Leonard Nemoy’s “In Search Of”.