HECTOR'S HOME (FOR CHILDREN OF ALL AGES)

*Mothers, read this book to your children. You’ll be so glad you did.
*Have your older child read to your younger. See revealed to each and every kid
*that joy is universal. All should laugh together.
*Even your husband will lend a hand, understand that a family is forever
*when the children of this book speak out, interact with one another.
*Everyone will see that, truly, joy lives within the other –
*and that love must grow into something very real when father plays his part.
*I’ve learned that the greatest bond in my family begins and ends with my wife’s heart.

F. Scott Weitz

HECTOR’S HOME

©F. Scott Weitz +Estella Fernandez-Weitz

In Hector’s Home, we will deal with what is real.

Behind all the wonderful words, the truth we won’t conceal.

*Half of the money Frank Weitz + Estella Fernandez-Weitz receive from the publication of this book will go to keeping funded the domestic violence shelter of which Estella is the Executive Director (Haven House – in Rio Rancho, NM.) and to contribute to the funding of similar institutions throughout our great nation.*

Hector’s Home - when intelligence is welcome Hector’s Home - where reality is alright
Hector’s Home - where honesty is ok
Hector’s Home - because one is never too young (or too old) to learn

Hector’s Home - if you’re ready for the fun,
then the fun has begun

Hector’s Home (a different kind of children’s book) by F. Scott Weitz + Estella Fernandez-Weitz

Through this door, we will
find truth. Outside the home, is not the place where,
should learn, any youth.

I vow to be a smart kid. I vow to learn a lot.
I vow to remember what ‘vow’ means after, the meaning, I am taught.

Hector’s Home, standing alone, is a colorful creation.
It’s a crazily crafted kaleidoscope, a microcosm of our great nation.
There’ll be life, and love, and time in tune, with laughs for everyone,
and, if you happen to be a human being like me, you may just learn something before you’re done. Frank Weitz

This is Hector’s home. He has ruled it like a king. He’d scream and cry for nothing. He’s demanded everything.
When his mom was sleeping soundly, he just didn’t give a hoot, and, when he had to go, he didn’t care. His little diaper he’d pollute.
It didn’t bother him that he couldn’t really talk. It never bothered him when all said that he couldn’t walk.
Mom would wake up, go to the kitchen, fix the king a drink,
trudge on back to cater to him, give a little wink.
She’d ask, “Who is the cutest boy?” He knew that it was him. She’d make weird sounds, and clown around like a fool when he was grim.
She asked me, “Jay, when you grow up, do you want to be the president maybe?”
I replied, “I’ve spied a better way. When I grow up, I want to be a baby!”

Jason Weitz

Matthew was the pilot of a big, bad bike. Hector was cruising down low on his trike.
Jacob and Jason had taken the lead, but big brother Juan is built for speed.
He blew by the others, followed by Jay, who said, “All of my brothers, get out of my way!”
It astounded them all when the littlest cried, “Eat the dust of my tricycle. Hector must ride!”
“This doesn’t make sense.” Brother Matt was confounded. Oh, how Jacob peddled. His heart really pounded.
All could not believe that, although all did try, young Hector looked back, and, with a wink of his eye,
said, “Better luck next time ……. and hey, by the way, thank you for letting me win on this day.”

In my imagination, Hector’s one, or two, or twenty-three.
He’s chasing after little girls, or borrowing the car from mom or me.
I’ve seen him go to college. I’ve seen him start to crawl.
My wife and all our kids, at his football games, have really had a ball.
We scream as he throws a touchdown. We’ll cringe if he gets hurt.
Although, just now, he’s just thrown up on another of dad’s clean shirts,
in my imagination, I’m old and very gray,
but my son, Hector, like my other sons, loves me anyway.