My little tea pot

Greetings y'all :

Junior Mint and I had another wonderfully relaxing weekend. We were productive but relaxed. Saturday night was a camp in under the stars. That just means sleeping bags on the floor sans tent. It reminded us of the days we used to sleep under the stars in the old neighborhood. I think it helped to be reminded of those times.

One thing we did do this weekend was communicate. Not just talk but communicate. I was able to truly hear what his heart was saying and his mind was thinking. He is so misunderstood. He wants to do the right thing but the odds are stacked against him and have been mounting for a few years. He is a leader but is tuned into his environment. That can mean joyful , quirky exuberance and success or butting heads and exacerbation. He is still using his go to learned attention seeking behaviors that have been reinforced since first grade. He's got a good staff surrounding him but has a few alpha male peers that are coming from a more street background. Junior Mint is attempting to beat them at their game instead of using his strengths. It's hard for him to exhibit his leadership in small isolated class. See folks he also knows how to lead by following. Again with a small group there is only so much chance for growth and to see other behaviors. It reminds me of some folks who only hang out with and talk about politics with a select small circle because they all agree with each other. But like Plato showed us , we need to expand our world and not be locked into the singular perspective of the cave.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. My son is a sweet, energetic, quirky, exuberant, intelligent individual. He can discuss many topics on levels unusual for his age. But at the end of the day he is still nine years old. He is a little tea pot of a boy with barrel full of emotions that come spilling out and spilling over. Those are the times it's easy to see the behavior but not the problem.

"I'm a little teapot
Short and stout
Here is my handle
Here is my spout
When I get all steamed up
I just shout
Tip me over and pour me out"

There is still hope for him. I love him very much. Then again I'm the captain of the ship and he's a great first mate.

Thanks for reading again today folks.