Derek decided that it had been enough time since George the gerbil died and that he was ready for a new rodent pet, so I took the boys to the pet store. On the way we dropped off some stuff at Goodwill. Recently Derek cleaned out his room and we moved some things into the playroom, which meant some things in the playroom had to to go in order to make room. One of the casualties was this Rescue Hero aircraft carrier that Adam claims he still plays with.
Adam likes to keep things even when he rarely uses them anymore. He mentioned something recently about wishing he didn't have to grow up. He's definitely not in any rush to get out in the real world. Helen can't stand to see him cry. I'm unaffected - because I know the crying is not due to any real danger. It's just temporary. When the kids were little and Helen would start to leave they would cry bloody murder. She didn't want to leave but I would tell her it would be fine and when she left they would cry for another minute and then they would move on. But who knows? Maybe I'm laying the groundwork for some extensive counseling when they get older.
Derek, on the other hand, has had a foot out the door since he was born. He doesn't seem to have much attachment to most things. When I ask him if there's anything in the playroom he cares about, he says no and that we can throw it all away for all he cares. |