Heartbreaking

Had an interesting conversation with a grandmother in McDonald’s today.

She’s helping raise her two granddaughters, and for the sake of their privacy, I won’t divulge more information. I will tell you that the mother is in rehab, her son is around, but apparently he needs help with two lively young children – understandably. Thank God he has a mother willing and able to help.

We got to talking about homeschooling. How it works, what it is and isn’t. Eventually landing on the topic of her grandchildren and their absent mother.

Unfortunately, I’ve heard her story before. Emotionally and physically absent mother due to drugs.

Heartbreaking.

For all involved.

Especially those children.

Mothers, there is probably nothing I could say that would motive you to give up your addiction. I mean, it’s a real problem. I feel for you. I don’t mean to stand in judgment, but still. . .

You are picking a drug/s over your child.

Heartbreaking.

Blog book tour: Boy-sterous Living

Boy-stereous Living by Jean Blackmer

I am a mom of two boys (two girls, too, but this book isn’t about the fairer gender, so I’m not going to mention their antics. To be fair to the boys, my girls have their moments of bizarre behaviour.) These sons of mine – let me show you recent pictures so we’re all clear as to whom I speak:

The First Boy (alias Peter)

a boy

and Second Boy (alias Edmund)

boy 2

See? See what I’m dealing with? These two rapscallions are BOYS among mere wanna-be boys. My boys could win prizes for boyish behaviour (don’t you like the way I keep typing the British behaviour rather than the bland American behavior? Maybe there is an English mother of boys blogging about their behaviour who thinks she’s so clever with her use of the American spelling?)

In honor of Ms. Blackmer’s book of how to thrive with these goofy, messy, loud, muddy, make-you-wanna-pull-you- hair-out boys, I’m linking to my all-time favorite post about mothering boys. It’s at New Jersey Moms Blog. Here is a tease:

My boy peed on the gas grill.

That’s a true story. If you have more time to read, here are more real-life boy posts.

I love my boys. Really! I swear I do. Life would be rather dull without them.

And I will have my revenge.

They’re called grandsons.

Click here for more of the Boy-sterious Living blog book tour.

Click here to enter a contest based on the book.