I love Ben's videos. This one is a little long, but if you hang on, Jake comes in the background and annoys him- welcome to my world.
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And it is the reason why I am so afraid for him. After hearing about the boy who hung himself, Jeanine turned to me, looked at Ben and said, Well... we're doing okay, aren't we?
After he taped the video, he came running downstairs with lipstick and asked me to put it on.
No, thank you. Once a year, that's it for me.
C'mon, Mom, just put some on...
I couldn't write about Lawrence King's murder until yesterday. I still can't really touch on my own fears for my son.
When Ben was in pre-school, he wanted to dress up as Blossom for Halloween. Blossom was the head Power Puff girl. He loved her. I bought the costume.
Then I sat him down and said, Some people might not understand why a boy would want to be Blossom.
He didn't care. Blossom was his favorite character.
I remember shrugging and saying, I think you look great. But, I want you to know, someone might tease you about it.
Blossom was one tough chick.
He doesn't dress in pink anymore, or wear heels or make up, like Lawrence King. His budding sexuality is being expressed towards girls, for the time being.
And he is constantly anxious.
I don't have to tell him it's not safe. He knows.
He also loves posting on YouTube. He is a ham, at heart and incredibly creative. He has always been too afraid to join a theater club, but has a new outlet for his desire to be a star.
His friends have his address.
All I can say is it was a lot easier to walk him around as Blossom on Halloween night, armed with a firm look to all the people who opened the door to my boy dressed in pink.
Sticks and stones
may break my bones
but words will never hurt me
Unfortunately, now kids are carrying guns.
And we're left to bury the dead boys bones.