One day last week Drew got off the bus and moped up the sidewalk towards home at a snails pace. I dreaded his entry as I was expecting the words that would come out of his mouth to be something like, "I got kicked off the bus again." Or maybe, "I got sent to the office at school." Ya know, the norm.
But, instead of those phrases escaping his lips, he trudged in with tears filling his eyes and his bottom lip quivering. Several times I had to ask what had made him so upset, but he wasn't quite ready to tell me.
Finally, after at least 5 minutes and constant badgering ... he yelled, "[Friend Who Happens To Be A Girl] cheated on me. She kissed [another child]. Not just on the cheek either. On the LIPS! She cheated. I will never be her boyfriend again. EVER!"
And being the great, compassionate mother that I am ...
I grabbed my camera.
What? It was his first broken heart.
That HAD to be documented.
Don't worry, after I snapped the photos I hugged him and told him all girls are bitches and to get used to the feeling he was feeling right at that moment ... he'd be feeling it A LOT!
JUST KIDDING. Geez, how bad of a mother do you think I am?
