Well if nothing else, I think I might be doing something right for Tayshaun.
As you may remember, Tayshaun did some artwork on the passenger side of my vehicle at the beginning of the summer. T A Y S H A U N --- nice and neat in bold capital letters. Well we had several conversations about how naughty it was to write on mommie's car. And I don't know how many times I told Tayshaun how expensive it was to fix that mess.
Well not one month after having removed Tayshaun's artwork, I slid right across the corner of a DETOUR sign. I won't go into that long story but keep in mind it wasn't my fault. Who the hell put that sign right there in my way?!
For the past month before going to bed, Tayshaun will ask me if I've checked if the doors are locked. As bossy as it sounds, I am always thankful he asks because I've been known to forget to check the door and/or forget to shut the garage door. He's very good about opening the door for anyone, men and women. I love to hear him say "Ladies first." When he has friends over to play and it's time for him/her to go home, he walks the kids home halfways. He likes to help grandma to her car, carrying any clothes, dog kennels, books, anything she may need help carrying to the car.
When Tayshaun saw the boo boo on my car in the exact same spot as Tayshaun's artwork, the first thing he told me was, "Do you know how much that's gonna cost ya, Mom?!"
Last week, he tells me, "Mom, I think you should just take all the money in my piggybank to help you fix the scratch on the car. I have a dollar too that you can have." I told him, "No, Tayshaun, that's ok, I'll figure it out." His reply was, "No really, Mom, I want to help you fix it."
On Friday, Elena told me that Tayshaun shared with her that he's going to have to figure out a way to make some money because he's gonna help his Mom fix the paint on her car. I'm just amazed that he feels concerned and would really like to be able to help me. It's precious. And it's very caring. My son is feeling like the man of the family....already.
"Mom, why are you going the long way home? Why didn't you turn on that regular corner? Mom, do you think you should be driving so fast? Mom, where do you think you're going?"....ok that's another blog subject. But, yes, he thinks he's the man of the family.
