First of all, I'm sorry for dropping off the face of the blog for awhile. School has overwhelmed me, and my depression was flaring up. Things are looking better.
So I went to eat lunch with G at school today. I sat down next to G, and a cute little boy sat down across from us. The boy looked at me and said, "G has a problem with kissing boys."
Uhhhh...
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Ummmm...
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"G, what's he talking about?"
Poor G. He hung his little head. "I accidentally kissed A."
"Accidentally?" I asked. "Or you made a mistake?" (We have been working for awhile on the difference between accidents and mistakes. He still hasn't gotten it yet.)
"I made a mistake. I like him. He's my friend. And now he says he won't play with me anymore."
Oh, my heart nearly broke. For the record, I don't care about G kissing a boy. There's nothing sexual about G's behavior at this age. I do care that my little guy is making choices that are alienating him from the other kids his age. (Plus I'm a little upset that he's kissing anyone at school. We do not kiss people we aren't related to. And school is a no-kissing zone.)
So we talked about saying we're sorry. We talked about appropriate ways to show our affection for friends, like fist bumps and high fives. We talked about respecting people's bodies.
This gave me flashbacks to my childhood, being unable to control how much I talked or how absurd I was. I just want G to have friends when he wants them. I know he can be very introverted, but I hate to see him sad and lonely when he's looking for someone to play with.
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