Today it's all Matthew. The Matthew Channel. All Matthew, all the time, 24/7.
And you're saying, "It's about time she talked about someone other than herself." Well . . . yeah, SO? Quit picking on me. I'm old and feeble. I'm fending off Alzheimer's by stimulating my brain with . . . myself.
Back to the subject at hand. Matthew is our firstborn. Our sweetie-boy. Our buddy. Our firstborn-sweetieboy-buddy.
We've called him "Buddy" since he was a little guy. That's his nickname. We usually call him Matthew but whenever we yell, "Hey Buddy!" he answers.
He's a busy guy. And tall. And grownup. Much too cool to be called sweetie-boy. So I try to do it as much as possible - especially in front of his fourth-grade friends. Let's face it, my kids were born to be embarrassed by me. Duane shouldn't be the only one suffering.
Because Matthew's so busy, I find myself in the puzzling position of being an administrative assistant to a fourth-grader - his social secretary. We have many things to schedule, people. He has places to go, people to see, coaches to impress. My life is his.
Which is why I drink wine but that's another subject for another post.
For the better part of September, we - the entire family - had a ball helping Matthew with his first school project of the year - The Insect Project. He was to collect 20 different bugs then identify and display them creatively.
Fortunately, we live by a couple of ponds and could easily go there to find a variety of crawling, flying things. I have to admit - I like bugs and this was fun. I quickly reverted back to when I was a 4-H-er and took entomology as a project. My sister and I were in entomology together. We collected bugs to display in large, glass-fronted boxes at the Tri-Rivers Fair in Salina. In our neighborhood we were known as the "Butterfly Killers". Harsh, no?
In 4-H there were strict guidelines about displaying insects. You didn't just slap 'em on a piece of paper and call it good - you had to "set" them. That meant you had to make the dead bugs look like they were alive - legs and wings stretched out in position and held in place with pins. We had to do this immediately after they died, before they got stiff and dried out. I LOVED setting bugs and making them look perfect. I'm sure this is where my OCD started.
Anyway, Matthew didn't have to set his bugs but I did it anyway. We worked on it together and I showed him how I did it as a girl.
Look at our Boy Scout! Last year Matthew's third-grade teacher commented that OUR SON was a role model in his class and had emerged as one of the class leaders. Is that not an awesome thing to hear? But let's face it, with me as his mom, how can his role-modelishness be fostered? He needs a fighting chance for those character traits and tendencies toward leadership to grow. Enter, the boy scouts and take a good look at our Webelo scout. Isn't it an exciting thing to get a vision for your child? He's going to be a terrific young man some day!
Which brings us to flag football.
Matthew's carrying the ball, here, after catching a pass. As a completely objective mother and highly experienced football-watcher I can say this with absolute confidence - Matthew has terrific hands. Soft hands. He can snag a football from any position. It's like his hands are a magnet for the football.
Props to my sweet husband for encouraging, teaching and throwing 7,496,152 passes this summer.
Someday, I predict that my super-cool son will be a 6'7" receiver. If it doesn't interfere with basketball, anyway. And if he can stop gagging on his mouth piece.
And that's it for the Matthew hour!
Tune in next time for the Daniel show.