The Man and I are both feeling like The Boy is suffering from a lack of attention, lately. We’re trying to compensate, but if you think about it, we needed him rather out-of-the-way for the move and the unpacking, and now the wedding is upon us. The Boy has rolled with everything relatively well, although his summer day camp turned out to be more different than his previous ESY program than he thought was manageable — we’re still working on it. Upset by the startling lack of computers at the camp, he was mollified a bit by the introduction of his own netbook at home on which he can make PowerPoints.
And of course, Grammy and Poppy have been amazingly accommodating, letting The Boy hang out at their place, and keeping an eye on him while I run errands as we get the house unpacked and ready for guests this weekend.
But both The Man and I feel as if we’ve made some promises on which we haven’t yet followed through, and we’re feeling a little guilty. We talked about a new bike when we donated his old one (which was way too small), as well as a new boogie board, and a new “wrestling” mat. He’s even supposed to get a new Captain-style bed, which The Man will make for him (The Boy likes to call it a “Hidey-hole” bed, because it will have a hiding space underneath), but it hasn’t happened yet.
We try to put it in perspective, and he hasn’t been complaining, but… Those nagging feelings of guilt. The Man and I are both people to whom a promise is no small thing, and we will follow through. In the meantime, we have to make sure to spend time with him (even when he just wants to hole up in room with an electronic device). Luckily, he’s been a great sport, and luckily spending time with him is something we can definitely do right now.