I recently quit smoking as an anniversary present to myself. My thought process is that I will be able to dance like a teenager at my 50th anniversary (fat chance!).
A few nights ago one of my teenagers and I had a bit of a riff over her wanting to get on the computer at 11:30. Her homework was not done, but Race and I were heading off to bed, and the rules are that no one is to be on the computer without our supervision in the event that there would be a reason to consult us.
Not giving in, but frustrated beyond belief, I went into the bedroom to sneak a smoke. I shut the door, lit incense, pulled out my stash and located a lighter. Just as I picked up the lighter, there came three timid knocks on the door. Thinking it was the daughter that I had had the altercation with, I sang out "just ONE minnnnnute!" as if I were wrapping a present and not trying to be sneaky.
I hurriedly opened the door to an empty hall (not really a hall, it is just the wall and door that the coat closet is in). I walked out into the living room thinking she had just given up and walked away. I found her bent way underneath the desk trying to locate the USB port, and steadfastly ignoring me. Race was at his desk and only looked up at me. I asked Race if he had heard the knocks and he said that is why he asked me what that was. I had a THOUGHT of what it was, but...
I guess not only my living family would like this Quit to work this time around.
Thanx for sharing & bless you much!
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OK - the "voices in our heads." From the way my son was sitting and cocking his head, I believe he heard it enter through his right ear. I can vividly see him; just like it happened yesterday. He's sitting facing me and leaning his head to the left, which would indicate he was listening intently through his right ear. (I know you understand what I mean.) I've given this a lot of thought, just to make sure I don't say something that isn't true, and I realize that when I heard the voice (by the way, the voice I heard was the same voice; just 3 separate incidents - trust me, that was more than enough!) and I heard his voice come through my right ear. I'm not sure what that means, though. It's not anything I've ever questioned. Do you have any insight into it?
It's funny, up until about a year ago I always referred to my son as "Little Man." I realize a lot of parents do, but I thought it funny that you do too. Not only did I refer to him that way, but I would call him that when talking to him. I don't do it as much now because he's gotten older and has become "The Little Boy" (weird, I know), but his nicknames adapt to his personality and he has become a typical 8-year-old little boy. Well, maybe not typical compared to others, but you know what I mean.
My reaction when Dalton told me about the voices was because he was (and is) so trusting. My daughter recently told me I shelter him too much, that he doesn't know there is bad stuff out there. Yes, I do shelter him. I don't want him to know there is real life bad stuff. Not yet. He'll be faced with it soon enough. No matter how much we try to prepare our children, the real world always butts in. I don't want people to misunderstand me. No, I don't want my son to grow up, step out into the world on his own, and be so naïve that he is "beaten up" (whether by words or actions). I do want my son to enjoy being a little boy while he still is. I want him to enjoy make believe and look back when he's an adult and think "wow, I had a pretty good childhood." And anything I can do to make that happen, I will.
I wish you all the best with you and your little man. He sounds like he has such a powerful gift. I don't have anything like that and am almost envious. I believe there are people God bestows with special talents in order to help others and I think your son is one of those blessed ones. Who knows where he can go from here? And with a mom like you, he can reach his full potential. I believe your son knew exactly what he was doing when he requested you for his mom. With a different mom, his life wouldn't go in the direction he is meant to go. With you and his dad by his side, to lend a hand/shoulder/ear when needed, he will be able to complete his "mission" for lack of a better word.
I'm going to start at the beginning of your stories (at least where I think your stories start) and read each one. Perhaps we have more in common than we think. I've read the other one Sundaydrive mentioned (the shadow one) and truly, truly felt as if I was right there with you. I'd like to share with you my story about Dalton's "black man," but I'll post it as story rather than in this. It'll take up more space than I already have.
I tried to post a couple more stories but the site is closed until Monday. I'm going to put one on about my daughter for SxeMichael and I've got a couple about Dalton I'd like you to read, if you don't mind (in addition to the shadow man). One of them is really hard for me, so I'm not putting very much personal information in it. It's something I can't talk about without wanting to go back to that place where sadness wants to consume me. But I think it has enough information in it to relay Dalton's intuitiveness where I'm concerned.
PS - I enjoyed your "Sneaky" story. Apparently you were/are meant to quit and they're here to help you. Sometimes (I've never smoked so I really don't know what I'm talking about here!) we can use all the help we can get; no matter where it's from.
I look forward to hearing from you. And thank you!