Yesterday Yogi and his friend Martin were talking in the back seat. Martin asked Yogi if he believed in Santa Claus. This is a sensitive topic for Yogi because in April he caught us preparing for Easter and thus - in his mind - 'ruined all the holidays' for himself. He has expressed in the past that believing in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny gave him a 'warm feeling' that he no longer has and that he longs for.
I know, the kid is amazing.
So Yogi doesn't want to take away that belief from anyone else and so he treads carefully when the topic comes up.
Martin is a year older than Yogi so it was probably safe.
Okay, enough background. This is what Yogi said.
"I think Santa Claus is a warm feeling. He's like the spirit of Christmas you know? The spirit of generosity and the spirit of kindness."
My heart was in my throat. How could this child have such a beautiful, poetic understanding? Then he said:
"He's also the spirit of gingerbread people."
So there ya go.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
New vocabulary
Last week Yogi told me his friend Xander was a "girl magnet" and that Asher and Keller had tried to cure Xander, which seemed to work for a while, but the effect wore off. So apparently Xander is still a "girl magnet" which is a potential problem when you're eight.
He is full of interesting and funny stuff like this these days.
Last night at Therese's birthday party we were teasing him about being nutty or something like that and he yelled, "I need my medical records!" (He knew I'd been working on getting his medical records transferred from his old pediatrician to Kaiser.)
He still loves speaking in accents, and last night he was working on mumbling in French, British and American southern accents.
He's also been getting really good about talking about his feelings about being teased at school (by his "friends" who are going through their own stuff and can be pretty mean as a result.)
Today we talked about Santa Claus. He's in this murky place where I think he knows Santa isn't real, but is trying to figure out the implications of coming right out and saying that. Last Easter when he got his first big hit of the possibility that Santa isn't a physical being he told John he'd lost that "warm feeling" about the holidays and was sad about that. Geeze! I think I remember those kinds of feelings as a kid, but I never talked about them.
Nothing brings me as much joy as how fun, funny, unexpected and thoughtful Yogi is.
He is full of interesting and funny stuff like this these days.
Last night at Therese's birthday party we were teasing him about being nutty or something like that and he yelled, "I need my medical records!" (He knew I'd been working on getting his medical records transferred from his old pediatrician to Kaiser.)
He still loves speaking in accents, and last night he was working on mumbling in French, British and American southern accents.
He's also been getting really good about talking about his feelings about being teased at school (by his "friends" who are going through their own stuff and can be pretty mean as a result.)
Today we talked about Santa Claus. He's in this murky place where I think he knows Santa isn't real, but is trying to figure out the implications of coming right out and saying that. Last Easter when he got his first big hit of the possibility that Santa isn't a physical being he told John he'd lost that "warm feeling" about the holidays and was sad about that. Geeze! I think I remember those kinds of feelings as a kid, but I never talked about them.
Nothing brings me as much joy as how fun, funny, unexpected and thoughtful Yogi is.
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