My Kid

The focus of this blog will soon shift into the realm of boundary setting, following the guidance of this marvelous book I've just completed; however, before I do, I would like to refer to a recent violation of my boundaries in which I was approached on the street and told that I would, then and there, sponsor a child with Children International.

Lacking the ability to say no, I caved, even though I was not sure I wanted to or could do it. I then spent the next two weeks resenting the decision and telling myself to get out of it as soon as possible. I'd keep forgetting, and so, inevitably, I got the packet in the mail. Ergo...

This is Carlos:

Carlos is 6 years old. He lives in Chile. He loves soccer and art. His family makes $160 a month. But I... But boundaries... But... Okay, I confess. This kid's cuter than an armadillo wearing spectacles and a cravat. Apparently he's going to write me a letter in a few weeks. Then how do I respond to a 6-year old? I don't think he'll have much appreciation for an onslaught of my average existential drivel, so maybe I'll stick to drawing him pictures. Lots of pictures. Of el PieGrande.

I'm going to give this another chance as long as I can handle it. This could turn into a really cool experience, as I'll basically be helping raise a kid who has nothing. Who knows? Maybe he'll grow up to be artsy fartsy like his Unky Kyle. (Wouldn't recommend it, kiddo.) I'll add updates here as I get them, probably starting in three weeks or so.