So I am on a mission.
My 11 year old son is...well...11--that middle ground of adolescent, tweeny goodness. It also means he was born in this millennium, a child of the Age of Technology, where he receives a hundred flashy, demanding messages a minute.Yes, we talk and garden and cook and go on adventures, but he loves his screen time just as much as most of us do.
We just got a new computer that can keep up with the faster pace of today's media, and my son is itching to get on and browse. Just as I am learning to take a step back and give him some "big boy freedom" in other things, I am also trying to balance his media freedom.
So...I have spent a few hours tonight dedicated to researching and test-surfing a great variety of fun, educational, and/or entertaining links tailored to his taste, and safe enough for my liking. Of course I don't have time for this--the dishes are piled in the sink, I have a million projects unfinished, and any second he will come in begging to take over the computer (after all, I have been online for hours--lol).
That's okay. It was worth it. :)
Oh, my God. Thank you for this miracle. Was he ever so small, so new, so full of wonder?
In honor of the Summer Blockbuster Season, I'd like to present
CAPTAIN CHRIS and SUPER RAY,
DEFENDERS OF THE CITY!!!
(They just knew they were so doggone cool)
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While he slept, I'd marvel at the sweet jet black curls that swept across his temples and his strong little leg muscles. He was my superbaby, laying out in his onesie like he was coasting through a cloud on a mission. I'd try to slip my pinky into his tiny balled up fists, but it would always wake him, and his eyes would spread wide with surprise. It tickled me so much, I spent days trying to capture his exact expression in his own comic portrait.
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