Monday, March 23, 2009
Have a little faith, mom!
Lying down on the couch on Saturday, I was half focused on a programme on the tv and feeling a little sleepy. Bradley wandering across the room and though not looking directly at him, I noticed that he bent down and picked up something off the floor in front of the other couch. Now I couldn't see what he had picked up because of the angle I was lying on the other couch and he carefully concealed what was in his hand while moving in the direction of his bedroom.
"I'm just going to lie down in private for a while, mom." "Okay Bradley", I answered. He turned and reiterated that he needed privacy! Now that was enough to wake me up. My eldest son sometimes smokes in the lounge and I had noticed earlier that Dael had left half a cigarette in an ashtray on the floor in the lounge from when he was sitting on the floor listening to music. "Oh no", I thought in dismay, "Not another child succumbing to the habit".
I quietly moved to Bradley's room. His bedroom door was ajar and through the open crack I could see him snuggled up under his duvet cover, not catching a quick puff as I had feared but playing with his little toy motorbike in the privacy of his own room! I ducked back to the lounge before he saw me. What a relief.
Up until he turned 13 in December last year, he always received little toy men in various themes - army men, pirates, knights of old, etc. But since December last year he had announced - no more toys for Christmas or birthday. We did in fact sneak in one or two toys for Christmas but this was top secret and diligently concealed from his brother who welcomes any opportunity to poke fun at his wannabe teenager younger sibling. The little guy still likes playing with his neglected toys now and again.
So no smoking yet for my little chap or hopefully ever!