I’m Dead
Parker: Mommy I’m dead (lies prone on the floor).
Mommy: Oh no honey I’m sorry are you okay.
Parker: Yeah, I’m dead. I fell in the water.
Mommy: I’ll save you Parker!
Parker: That’s okay mommy I’m alive now I feel much better.
Aparently I wasn’t playing the game right or something. I was more than a little disturbed as you might imagine. My sweet little boy playing dead is not something any mother wants to think of let alone play. But I can’t controll everything. I already don’t have a TV because of all the crap on there.
I would rather get my news from the internet and from NPR, than to go through violent and gory depictions of ‘life’ and be decensitised to their horror. I love that when I see a cartoon with a gun, I’m disturbed.
Many would say that I’m a wee bit sincitive. But try going without the tube for even a week and you’ll see a difference. It’s been two years now and I have no regrets. I’m not missing out on one darn thing.
The upside is that we as a family get to play more. Talk. Read. Imagine. Dream. Argue. Whatever it is good or bad at least we’re communicating. I’m blessed by this experience. I have found a boost in creativity within myself that I didn’t know was there. Now, I’ve had about a years worth of writer’s block but that’s mainly because I got married, moved, and started a new job in the same week.
I’ve been recovering from that and I’m sticking to my story.
But I feel that old tug again to write. Thus the need to post again on a more reliable service.
Rambling, sorry I know. I just had to get it out.
