Candy and Control

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Adoption / Foster Care / In Transition

Oy. We’re definitely moving a bit out of the honeymoon period. This afternoon we were at CVS so I could get some fun New Year’s hair dye, make-up and nail polish. E knew we were going and had his money with him. He went shopping on his own while I browsed. When I saw him again, he’d bought two boxes (movie-theater size) of candy–they were buy-one-get-one-free. Ok, fine. More shopping, and I heard the cashier tell him that all the Christmas candy was 50% off. Thanks, lady. So he buys more candy–a bunch more candy. He finds me in the hair dye aisle with his bag of loot, and I tell him that the candy stays in the kitchen when we get home.
He does not like this. He asks why, and I explain that he doesn’t need to be eating candy all the time. He replies that he doesn’t. Ok, fine, I’ll re-phrase. You may not eat candy whenever you want to. He argues that HE bought it. Fine. It’s yours, but I still get to say when you can eat it, and it will stay in the kitchen, not your bedroom. He comes back with some retort, to which I reply (and not very sharply, actually), “Watch the attitude.” He asks, “What attitude?” and I just give him a little look and go back to shopping. He wanders off to another aisle, and hasn’t said a word to me since. We got home, candy got deposited on the counter, and he holed himself up in his room. I heard him dunking on his new over-the-door hoop, so I think that probably helped, but he just came out for something and barely glanced at me. He hasn’t eaten lunch, either–I figure he’ll come out if he’s hungry. Sigh.

The Author

I'm a pastor. I believe in radical love and ridiculous grace. I love to sing and sew, and have a shop on Etsy. I'm trying to make my ecological footprint smaller. I have chickens who provide endless entertainment. Oh, and I'm a formerly single mom by choice, son E (born 6/00, placed 11/23/11, adoption finalized 11/21/14) and now making a life with The Dude and his two kids, Girl-E (12/02) and C (9/04). Baby Bumpy due to arrive around 5/25/15! This blog chronicles my thoughts on faith, family, and the wild adventure we call Life!

1 Comment

  1. tobeasinglemama says

    And then, later that afternoon, after I put red streaks in my hair just for the New Year’s fun of it, he spontaneously grabbed me in a hug and said, “I’m really glad you’re my mom.”

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