A blog about my career as a parent.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
We were discussing going off on a tangent, when suddenly S. F. blurted out, "I like chocolate oranges!" We sort of did a, "Huh? Where did that come from?" So S. F. proceded to explain.
The word tangent makes her think of tangerines, tangerines make her think of oranges, Valentine's Day makes her think of chocolate, therefore she likes chocolate oranges.
I now have a much better understanding of why so many of our conversations go awry. There's always something to smile, grimace, or groan about when talking with our kids. Luckily the majority cause a smile.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
I find myself wishing that I had the blind faith in doctors that my parents' generation had. My dad would have been 88 today; my mom would have turned 84 this year. With them, my mother especially, if the doctor said it, that was it. Total trust was given. For me all of the what if statistics are running through my head. I know that other than the ear infections and acid reflux, she's a very healthy kid. She's also being seen by one of the best pediatric otolaryngologists in the area. The chances of anything going wrong are incredibly remote, but still the what if's are plaguing me.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Yes, we are disciplining S. D. for bugging her older sister, even though it is to say, "I love you," but I've got to hand it to her for creativity in older sibling torture methods.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
It was the adult, after dinner conversation that was so interesting this evening. S. F., our 12 1/2 year old with Asperger's, is somewhat obsessed with politics. Most 12 1/2 year olds couldn't tell you all of the candidates running for the presidency, unless forced to know it for a history test. They also couldn't tell you how many members are on the Supreme Court or their names. That is definitely not the case with S. F. She's a political junkie. She joined in the conversation as we discussed political candidates, Ann Coulter's statement about campaigning for Hillary Clinton if John McCain is the Republican nominee, the war in Iraq, and illegal immigration. Suddenly, in the middle of all this conversation, S. F. pipes up with the question, "What ever happened to Manifest Destiny?" Naturally, we adults were stunned. What 12 year old comments on Manifest Destiny? Obviously mine.
Ever since her comment, I've been reflecting. What ever did become of the idea of Manifest Destiny? It touched on 3 basic themes:
- the virtue of the American people and American institutions
- the mission to spread American ideals, thus remaking the world in the image of the U. S., and
- the idea that the U. S. had a destiny under God to accomplish this work.
Some would say that the idea of Manifest Destiny is nothing more than hubris, but I disagree. Yes, the U. S. has its fair share of problems. The virtue of the American people is not what it once was. If you don't believe me, just take a look at Brittany Spears, and how we, the public, feed off the tragedy of this obviously, mentally ill young girl. However, even with our warts, we are still the most generous nation on earth. We give more to private charities than any other country. When other countries have natural disasters, we're the first on the scene to lend aid and comfort. What's so wrong with wanting to spread our ideals throughout the world? Freedom for girls to go to school and grow up to be whatever they want is not a horrible idea. The freedom to start your own company to support your family, rather than being dependent upon a bloated federal government is not terrible. You can choose not to agree with me, but I don't see what's so wrong with reshaping the world in the image of a country that wants to spread freedom throughout the world.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
The kids were great, but I felt sorry for one little boy who came out in the hall to draw with me. He looked up and said, "I don't know how to draw anything except a stick man. I don't draw a lot." I told him that he could draw a stick man, but he had already seen the other children's drawings and wanted his to be like theirs, too. I suggested that we trace his hand and he color it in, and that's exactly what he did. He was thrilled. He loved coloring his fingers different colors. I wonder if his parents let him draw at home or if their worried that he'll draw on the walls.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
While everyone else was sleeping last night, I was up re-ironing panels for her class auction gift, a quilt featuring photos of the pre-k-er's on one side and original art work on the other, because while Shannon was "looking" at them, she peeled the stabilizing freezer paper from the back of the fabric. This morning I went into her classroom to take photos of the children and help them with their art work. Of course the baby decided that he was in no mood to cooperate, so once the photos were taken, I had to
Next year, if I feel compelled to volunteer again, I think I'll make an appointment with a therapist instead.