My baby is growing up (10th b-day tomorrow). She's really gone thru that change this past year from little girl to tweener. She has attitude, mostly good, she's sharp as a tack, and she's really just a very cool kid.
Who also happens to have ears the size of Antarctica. husband and I have made a conscious effort to not discuss the darker side of thank you within earshot, meaning we're usually whispering in our bedroom with the door closed. Tonight, however, my beloved husband majorly goofed on something regarding my HIPAA woes and a phone call we got (I was at a Girl Scout mtg) and I started discussing various issues in the heat of the moment. Old Big Ears was sitting on the couch, trying really hard to be invisible. I finally clued in and adjourned the rant for later.
She pops in about 15 minutes later, asking why thank you has to ruin everything (she's rightfully concerned that my trek to look at Residential Treatment Center (RTC) #4 tomorrow will postpone her b-day celebration). Went through all the usual explanations, brain wrinkle (thank you yet again Fran), etc. It's okay to be angry with him, that's a feeling and there are no bad feelings, yada yada yada, but just as Boo has CP, thank you has this wrinkle and his inability to connect the dots is just part of that wrinkle.
She ponders this for a moment, then pops her hip out, puts her hand on her hip, and adopts a totally teen expression as she shared:
"When will Tyler get a clue? Can I ask him that or can I just smack him upside the head?"
I just about died laughing. Poor kid was totally serious but I couldn't help it. I told her that if that's all it took, someone would've figured it out by now.
It's really and truly a shame what our difficult children put their siblings thru, but I have to believe that my other kids will be far better prepared for whatever challenges come their way thru life, having survived and thrived in spite of the very different childhood they've been forced to have.
Who also happens to have ears the size of Antarctica. husband and I have made a conscious effort to not discuss the darker side of thank you within earshot, meaning we're usually whispering in our bedroom with the door closed. Tonight, however, my beloved husband majorly goofed on something regarding my HIPAA woes and a phone call we got (I was at a Girl Scout mtg) and I started discussing various issues in the heat of the moment. Old Big Ears was sitting on the couch, trying really hard to be invisible. I finally clued in and adjourned the rant for later.
She pops in about 15 minutes later, asking why thank you has to ruin everything (she's rightfully concerned that my trek to look at Residential Treatment Center (RTC) #4 tomorrow will postpone her b-day celebration). Went through all the usual explanations, brain wrinkle (thank you yet again Fran), etc. It's okay to be angry with him, that's a feeling and there are no bad feelings, yada yada yada, but just as Boo has CP, thank you has this wrinkle and his inability to connect the dots is just part of that wrinkle.
She ponders this for a moment, then pops her hip out, puts her hand on her hip, and adopts a totally teen expression as she shared:
"When will Tyler get a clue? Can I ask him that or can I just smack him upside the head?"
I just about died laughing. Poor kid was totally serious but I couldn't help it. I told her that if that's all it took, someone would've figured it out by now.
It's really and truly a shame what our difficult children put their siblings thru, but I have to believe that my other kids will be far better prepared for whatever challenges come their way thru life, having survived and thrived in spite of the very different childhood they've been forced to have.
. 
