Musings of a Mom

Okay, my kids are warped. I admit it. While my daughter would like to go to Disneyland, her vacation destination of choice is Hawaii or New York City, my son has announced that he wants to be an alien like E.T. and both of my kids think pulling weeds is fun.

Because the kids are having fun with yard work, my husband and I decided to get gloves and another weed puller for them. I was a normal child who understood that yard work was not fun. Think about it, the last part of yard work is work!

Somehow this chore has become fun for them. Don’t get me wrong, I am enjoying the fact that my kids want to pull weeds. I just don’t understand it. They honest-to-goodness begged to pull weeds tonight after dark. Okay, well that WAS a ploy to postpone bedtime, but come on!

So I have to wonder, my son mentioned wanting to be an alien. He asked if he could breathe in space if he was born there. He asked if aliens get fleas.  Was he asking questions to throw me off track?  Maybe, just maybe, these warped kids who like to pull weeds are aliens!

I guess I better check the backyard for pods.

My son, “Buddy,” loves gardening. I know that he did not get his love of gardening from me because I can kill the heartiest plant. So my son takes care of his various plants and reminds me when I need to water mine.

One of Buddy’s favorite stores is a local plant nursery. Buddy loves to look at the different types of plants and learn their names. He always asks if we can buy a plant to take home.  He loves to visit the nursery so much that he asked his daycare provider to take the kids there for a field trip. Yes, they went.

The other day when I went to pick Buddy up from daycare, he was upset. “What’s wrong? I asked. “I…didn’t…get to…PULL…WEEDS!” he complained. I explained that we have plenty at home for him to pull but he was not appeased. His daycare person offered, “We can go pick a weed now if you want.” “I don’t want to pick only ONE!” This is where I flash forward ten years and hear this same child complain about HAVING to pull weeds. 

I’ll just enjoy my weed-pulling child as long as I can.