The One-Trackedness of Their Minds Starts Early (Or Why I Miss Bear In the Big Blue House)

Okay- we’ll all take a moment here because my mom is crying at the memory of Bear… Okay. We’re done.

The boy turns 13 on the 13th of this month. I’m having a little trouble with it…actually I’m beside myself over it. He’s 13 which means I can no longer pretend I’m in my 20’s because the math becomes…well…impossible.

Anyway, I was reading Amanda’s post today, and Amanda, if you’re reading- I totally feel your pain. Been there and done that one too, but hopefully the preschool poster story I’m about to tell you will make you feel better, or cause you to withdraw him altogether.

When G was a preschooler we started every day off with Bear. G would go right up to the screen and let Bear sniff him, and then he’d watch intently and sing with Luna at the end. Oh, how I miss Luna and Bear. Needless to say, he did love Bear.

And he loved Veggie Tales, matter of fact, once he painted himself blue from head to toe in an effort to be like Madame Blueberry.

Back story: I was painting the front door so I put him in the front yard with his easel and paints. I obviously had my back to him, and he was singing “I’m so blue hoo hoo, blue hoo hoo, blue hoo hoo hooooo, I’m so blue I don’t know what to do.”

Turns out he was; and I didn’t know what to do either.

We ended up going with soap and a hose pipe.

And finally, he loved Spot and his momma. I joke that he’d still be in the womb if they hadn’t gone in after him.

Which begs the question: Why, when he was assigned in preschool to cut out pictures of things he liked and glue them on a poster board, didn’t he choose one of those characters?

Or M&M’s like so many of his classmates.

Or pizza? Everyone likes pizza- right? I mean, all the other posters had sloppily glued pictures of pizza and candy and…

Children frolicking in yards playing on swing sets with their parents. Families grilling out, families riding in mini-vans, and on and on. You get the picture.

Oh how I loved walking down the hall looking at all the children’s posters.

Until I reached G’s.

And I started chanting Jenny’s prayer from Forrest Gump: “Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far far away…Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far far away.”

Something you need to know. G has some OCD tendencies. He likes things to be orderly and neat. He did not see the point in muddying up his poster with many pictures of things he liked.

Nope- instead he chose to focus on just one thing that he really, really liked..and glue it dead center in the middle of the poster.

And let me say right now, I have never regretted a decision more than teaching him how to write his name when he was two. Because he had written it in BIG RED LETTERS RIGHT ACROSS THE TOP OF…

What?

Doesn’t every four-year old have an affinity for Gabby Reece half-nude and lounging in water?

Y’all I ripped that poster down and hung it back up about four times before I finally decided to leave it and just get out of there.

I grabbed G and we ran.

And then we got into the car and we talked:

ME: Hey Buddy, what did you do in school today?

G: Played.

ME: Did you make a poster?

G: Uh-huh.

ME: About what?

G: What we liked.

ME: I saw that. I’m confused. What did you choose as the thing you liked?

G: Swimming.

Oh, well of course, SWIMMING.

See y’all!

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3 Comments on The One-Trackedness of Their Minds Starts Early (Or Why I Miss Bear In the Big Blue House)

  1. Amanda
    September 2, 2009 at 10:19 pm (8 years ago)

    Oh girl, I am laughing so hard right now. Thank you for that!

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  2. Anonymous
    September 2, 2009 at 11:37 pm (8 years ago)

    Love, Love, Love this post and his swimming image!!! It always pays to ask what THEY were thinking – somehow it isn’t what we are thinking. Can’t believe he will be 13. Where does the time go!! I am proud of you for coming so far. Love you always!! Paige

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  3. Joyce
    September 3, 2009 at 7:04 am (8 years ago)

    Hi…I just popped over from Amanda’s blog. This was hysterical! I love your writing…I’m gonna come back.

    Oh…and huge Tennessee fans here at my house…my husband is from Maryville.

    Reply

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