Can we keep secrets from our Mom?
Jack and I were eating dinner and all of a sudden he got a bit distraught.
Jack: Ohhh, there’s something that I want to tell you but I probably shouldn’t but I REALLY WANT TO!
me: Are you afraid I’ll get mad or something?
Jack: No. Ohhhhh!!! I want to keep it a secret!!!
me: Well, you know you can always tell me anything Jack, and I will always listen to you and help you.
Jack: Now you’re just making it harder for me NOT to tell you! (he starts crying)
me: Come here…(I give him a big hug and sort of rock him a little) It’s okay…
Jack: Is it okay to keep a secret all to yourself?
me: Of course it is.
Jack: Even from your Mom??
me: Does it involve something that you did or something that could get someone hurt?
Jack: No, it’s about Bisons and Gorillas and me and stuff.
me: I think those are okay things to keep secret. Even from Mom.
Jack: But my brain is really really telling me to tell you. Why does it do that!!??
me: I was the same way when I was little. I told my Mommy everything. Even all the dumb little details. I really remember that I HAD to tell her. If I forgot something I felt bad for some reason.
Jack: I feel that way now.
me: But you know what? She didn’t need to hear everything. It was okay if I skipped telling her some stuff.
Jack: (sniffing) Okay…I really want to tell you but I think this is my own secret.
me: I know, and it’s okay by me, so don’t worry, okay? If you change your mind I’m always here.
Jack: I don’t want to change my mind.
me: That’s okay too.
Jack: (looking like he feels a little better) I can think whatever I want.
me: Do you remember me telling you that?
me: Do NOT think about that pasta salad over there! Are you thinking about it?
Jack: (giggles) Yeah.
me: See? I can’t make you stop.
Jack: You could call the cops?
me: They can arrest people but they can’t make them stop thinking.
Jack: My friend said you’re not allowed to think in jail.
me: Not true.
Jack: Really? Okay… Can I have some time alone now?
I watched him walk off to play with his pirate ship. He’s really growing up. I wish the police had a way to control that.