Kameron will still surprise me with a hug, or a kiss on the cheek, I even get “I love you Mom” every night.
Kameron will also surprise me with cheating on tests, mood swings that would rival any fifty year old woman with menopause, or just laying is his bed with big tears in his eyes for absolutely no reason.
So what’s the picture of the busted up book all about?
About four months ago Kameron was assigned “Where The Red Fern Grows” by Wilson Rawls. His assignment was to read a few chapters and complete the questionnaire to make sure they read and comprehended it. Of course, it was a battle every night, just to get him to read; then to fill out the questionnaire (in complete sentences.) What I found was when he was doing other homework I could read the chapter(s) that were assigned, and it made it much easier for me to help him. I felt like if I read it, I would know generally what part of the book the answer was, find it, and make him re-read the paragraph, pages, whatever.
Then I realized, I actually enjoyed the book.
It’s a short read of a young boy named Billy, his Grandpa, and his dogs; Old Dan and Little Ann. I won’t spoil the book for you, but it’s tale of love and adventure with a little 6th grade appropriate suspense thrown in.
I remember when we were getting close to the end of the book and that Kameron would have a test coming up. One day, he didn’t come home with the book or any questions. He told me they had finished the book in school and that they were watching the movie. I remember saying “really.. I wanted to see how the book ended.” He told me about the ending of the book and the movie (again, I won’t spoil) but I was really surprised at how it ended. I remember telling him “I would have like to have read it together, but I’m glad you liked the book.” He just grinned and nodded his head.
Today, I went to his Christmas Concert at school. We were driving home, I was on the phone, he was listening to the radio. Once I finished my call, I asked if he had much homework. I knew he would be late getting back from his 7:00 performance, and the last thing I want to do at 9:00 at night is homework. I usually let him goof around for about an hour after school, just to let him unwind, then it’s straight to homework.
When we got in the door he started heading upstairs, I went into the kitchen and started going through the mail. I didn’t realize that he had come back downstairs until he exclaimed “Mom!”
I turned around and he had this mischievous grin on his face, with something behind his back. I thought; what is this?
He said very proudly “Mom, I have a present for you!”
Then he pulled the very damaged, taped up, tattered, copy of “Where The Red Fern Grows” from behind his back.
He said “I remembered that you didn’t get to finish the book Mom; so when my teacher said she has some left over, I knew you’d want one Mom.”
Damn kid, gets right at my heart.
I hugged him, and told him we would finish it together. Very proud of himself; he basically strutted up the stairs.
No matter what gifts I get this year, that will be the one of the most memorable presents I’ve gotten in a long time.