There are three of them. There is one of me. Sometimes, (all the time???) I find it hard to divide my time equally between them. And my poor, sweet Luke is usually the one to suffer. His older and younger brothers demand attention. Chris has been more difficult than usual lately ( that's the polite way of saying he has been driving me bat-shit crazy). And Drew is... Drew. My whirlwind of energy and emotion, and when he is in the room, all my attention is forced in his direction. Just the way he likes it.
Luke has been a little down lately. Crying at the drop of the hat. Just grumpy and not himself. He is reading this book and I was asking him about it, and one of the characters is a middle child. Luke said that the book was really like real life, and when I asked him what he meant, he didn't want to tell me. I finally got it out of him that, just like in real life, the middle child always gets ignored.
So, time for a mommy/son date. We made the journey across town to go to Lunar Golf in Madison Square Mall (have you been there lately? yeah, neither has anyone else). We played a couple rounds of that, sat in one of the massage chairs, and walked around the mall talking.
Then we were hungry, so I told Luke he could choose anywhere he wanted to eat. The sky's the limit, I said. Anything goes. He chose Subway. Haha, that shows the kind of kid he is. Simple. Easy to please. We ate our subs, then headed to Barnes and Noble for some new books
I had a great time. Sometimes I forget how funny he is. Or how much he talks when he isn't around his brothers. I found myself just staring at him, enjoying his laughter. How happy his big blue eyes looked. How young he really is. He has always been so mature for his age, and we have always treated him like he is Chris's age. Sometimes we have to take a step back and remember that he is only 7, and he needs a little extra time from me.
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