Fleur de Aleta

Dear Son, The last week of school before spring break, you eagerly showed me the Easter card you made.  "Mommy, it's an Easter egg with praying hands.  Open it.  Looks, there's a picture of a cross.  But nobody is on the cross, so that means Jesus is alive."  It was beautiful.  We are so fortunate you go to a school that values faith and is willing to teach to young children. The Easter card helped... in a very sad situation.  Aunt Kim's mom passed away right before Easter.  Mommy and Daddy discussed if you should come with us to Aunt Kim's mom's funeral.  We agreed that you should be there.  We wanted you to be prepared, "Aunt Kim is saying good bye to her mommy.  Her mommy is no longer here on earth but in heaven with Jesus.  Remember the Easter card and how Jesus wasn't on the cross and he is alive?  Kim's mommy is alive and Jesus is taking care of her in heaven.  But Aunt Kim will miss her mommy and that's goi...

Dear Son, You are taking a nap right now.  Naps are rare gems these days.  This morning we went with Oma and Opa to Mrs. Heather's strawberry patch.  You took to picking strawberries like a pro.  You became very picky too - you would turn the strawberry over and around, make sure it didn't have any green, no bird bites or too aged before you would consider picking the berry.  "I'm a farm boy now, because I'm picking strawberries" - the smile was there, even with your serious endeavors. It was fun, but also educational.  As we were leaving, Mommy asked you, "Do strawberries grow on tall bushes or plants near the ground?"  You replied, "Low, low to the ground!"  I had another question for you, "How does a strawberry start off?"  You explained, "As a small white flower." We went to Cracker Barrel soon after because you said you were thirsty and starving.  We managed to talk you into a cooked carrot.  You finished the ...

Dear Son, The last of the parades was this past weekend.  We didn't go to it.  But you enjoyed parades this season, including the one at your school.  Mommy was able to be there.  In fact, Mommy was able to spend time with you at school for some of your regular activities. I go by many names, "Aleta, daughter, Lester's daughter, teacher's daughter, sister, wife, mommy" and it's cute to add "Gregory's Mommy" to the list.  Your classmates know me as your mommy and I feel very welcomed by them, always with smiles and waves, sometimes even hugs. Since the last letter, you had your 4 year old doctor appointment.  You did great, until Daddy said you would have shots.  Then, you were a mess, constantly saying, "I don't want shots!"  Daddy said you had to be a big boy and face it, but even the doctor said, "immunization" rather than the word "shot" to you.  Your weight was taken, as well as your height - both are r...

Dear Son, While Mommy was driving, someone honked their horn.  You said, "They are saying Hello, Mommy."  I smiled, "Maybe they are."  You replied, "No, Mommy, I was joking.  They were being rude."  You make me laugh!  You like to test the waters with telling jokes, knowing you are meaning the opposite and then you end it with, "That was funny." On Valentine's Day, mommy and daddy bought you a teddy bear holding a heart with candy inside.  You gave mommy a heart filled with Sponge Bob candy.  Of course, you wanted the Sponge Bob candy, but it was breakfast time.  I told you it was too early in the morning for candy.  Crossing your arms, stomping out of the room, you called out, "Well Fine!"  You went into your room. You came out of your room and asked for candy again.  The scene repeated itself.  When you tried a third time, Mommy said, "If you keep asking, Mommy will get upset."  This is one of your tactics, ke...

Dear Son, You ate worms.  You laughed about doing so too.  We were at a restaurant and it started with you making a LOUD fart.  I thought it was Daddy; it was that loud.  You denied it at first, but then admitted it was you.  Our food came and Daddy said, "EWWWW, don't eat the worm!"  You delighted in doing so, when normally you wouldn't touch spaghetti.  Farts and worms, the life of a mommy with a boy.  Such was our Italian night out at Cafe Latte Da. Your teacher spoke with mommy about a question I had just recently, "I think he is going to be left-handed.  His grip is stronger in his left hand and he writes better with his left hand.  I'm going to guide him more towards the left, but I'm not pushing him.  I spoke with Carrie (the assistant teacher) and she agrees with me."  We spoke for a little while outside of your classroom. When I walked into the room, you jumped out of the sleep mat and ran to me, "Mommy! Mommy!" ...