I read other mom blogs. I know what I'm up against. I read about women raising large numbers of children. They grow their own food, rewire their home's electrical systems, shear sheep, breastfeed while publishing cookbooks, and teach their well-scrubbed little ones the Liturgy of the Hours. I am in no way exaggerating. I have a husband, two sons, a dog and a cat. I've never grown anything I could eat. I sometimes knit, but the wool is not from my own sheep. Yes, I breastfed, but that was nearly a decade ago.
While his brother works two paid jobs this week, our 11-year-old is watching too much TV. We are in the midst of what the TV reporters (Yeah, I am watching TV, too) call an "excessive heat wave." As opposed to what? An insufficient heat wave?
Our house, more than a century old, has two AC units on the first floor and innumerable fans on the second. I walk the dog at midnight and come home covered in sweat. It's too hot to swim. L. plays both travel baseball and basketball, but practices and games are in the evenings. This leaves huge chunks of indoor time during the day with not a whole lot to do. He likes to read, but I can't expect him to do that for hours every day.
So between America's Got Talent, Dual Survival, Pawn Stars and Alphas, he is wasting a whole lot of time. And I am feeling a whole lot of guilty. This little message of our son's from the world of make-believe moved me. I might not measure up to other moms this week - or ever. But nothing can stop my son's search for Beauty.
"There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds." ~G.K. Chesterton
Post Script. 11: 20 p.m. L. explained tonight that the figure 8 in these drawings is an infinity symbol. "I was thinking that if it were an empire, it would last forever," he told me.