My Quirky Boy

I have been trying for days to get an opportunity to write, it seems lately to be a fruitless effort. This week in our house it has been an eventful week.

We found a snake in our basement. No idea how it got there, but it turns out he was a New England Brown snake. It was all perched up in the corner at the bottom of our basement stairs. I of course wanted to keep it as a pet, hubby said, “NO”. His reasoning being that it was born outside, has always lived outside, and that is where it belongs. Our street is full of domestic hunters, of the whiskered variety. I asked if he would take it to the woods across the street from our house and set it free. He said he would, so Mr. or Ms. Snake spent the night in my bathroom in a Rubber Maid container. We closed the door so the pets would not be tempted. The next morning I went to check on it, and the snake was fine. I picked it up, and it was quite calm. Its body temp was not so cold that it could not have defended itself. I told Fin to have a “quiet body” and he did, and also touched the snake, which I thought was incredible. Fin and hubby took the snake over to the woods near a stream and set it free. Hubby said it was but a moment and they could not even tell where it had been. Fin cried when he realized he would never see it again. This was strange to us since so many people have come and gone in his life, and it seems to make no difference to him. Yet for some reason this snake did. We are debating the concept of getting him a small pet, he has repeatedly expressed a desire for one.

Fin’s school had and Open House for the students, and parents. Of course we forgot all about it, and I never put the date on the Bible/Calendar. The night of, Fin was telling hubby we had to go, then I was called en-route home, and we decided what the hell. We got to see his classroom, they made special books to show us, which were stupidly cute. Fin wanted to go to the gym play area before we left, I happily obliged. There were kids zooming around on bikes, it was pretty cool. It made me wish my house were big enough for Fin to be able to do that during the winter months. As we were trying to get Fin focused on heading home for supper, I remembered I forgot to say goodbye to his teacher.

I walked back to the classroom and only the teacher was left, all the visitors were gone. I walked over to her desk, and told her I appreciated everything they are doing for Fin. She was giving me the usual spiel, “We love having him, he is so sweet, never a problem…..” I told her that it was important to us was that he liked it there, and he obviously does, and that makes a big difference in his life. She looked at me and asked how I knew that. I responded, “Because when I used to drop him at school he would cry, and now he doesn’t. That is how I know”.

I think she melted.