I picked up 3 foster kittens from the animal shelter yesterday. They're black and white females, soft and a little shy. They got settled in to their giant crate last night, complete with hammock, litter box, food and toys. Today, Gordon and I let them roam around the laundry room and play.
I love to watch kittens playing! They are so intent on the string or ball or whatever. They jump sideways and forget that anything else exists in the world.
And I love to hear my son cackle with joy as he reports the antics of these little creatures.
Gordon and I are having an interesting summer. He's 10, but thinks he's 15. He craves independence, but forgets to brush his teeth. His favorite expressions seem to be centered around challenging me, "But mom..." "Don't say no until you hear the whole thing" "Why" "Why" "Why".
I'm letting go as much as I can, but I resist. How do I stay connected with my boys as they become young men? Do I learn about their passions (sports and video games), or do I force them to embrace mine (animals and knitting)?
As with so many things, I guess it's somewhere in the middle. These foster kittens help.
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