Half Bitten Chocolate Chip Cookie
"Mom! I need more money on my lunch account."
First thing my 7 year old son said when I woke him up this AM. I asked him what has he been getting at lunch and he grinned, "chocolate chip cookie." I remember back in my high school days, those chocolate chip cookies were so good. I asked him if they were prepackaged or fresh and he said fresh. Then I jokingly said, bring me one home please.
I went to pick him up after school and he gave me this half bitten chocolate chip cookie.
If you were to know my son, he has a very strong personality. So strong, it veers other kids away. He is also very outgoing and will walk up to any kids and try to talk to them. But most days when I pick him up, we walk home very broken hearted. I can see in his eyes whether he had good days or bad days. He is so desperate to fit in but he is not sure how to. I can see why other kids would steer away from him and I pray to God everyday for a friend to take him under his wings.
This is the thing. My son's heart is so big but he is not sure how to piece it back together. He hides his feelings and wishes not to share a lot of things. I know because he gets it from me. I try to understand where he comes from, but the truth of it all, no one can. My husband and I can only be there for him, to help him navigate through the ups and downs because that is our job. Our job is to protect him and to love him.
We moved to Florida right before Halloween and this has been the biggest adjustment for him. Friends, family, his cousins. He went from being well-liked back home to a place where all he wants to do is just fit in. The atmosphere is definitely different - imagine coming from a small pond to an ocean. That's exactly what happened to us. Small hometown to a city where there are about 3,000 students at our local high school. What a huge difference and I can certainly understand why.
Anyways, I just wanted to come on here and share this picture of the half bitten chocolate chip cookie.
I love him so much.
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