Archive for the ‘Letters to L.’ Category

This Will Make More Sense To You Over Time, Kiddo

February 15, 2019

There’s always a cost, son.  Always.  Maybe you pay it right away or maybe you pay it later, but everything eventually comes due; and if you don’t end up paying the cost, it’s only because somebody else has.

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But I Guess It Should Have

February 11, 2019

“Here, let me help you with that,” I told my son this morning since I saw he was carrying a precarious stack of dishes and glasses.  As we made the hand off, however, I felt liquid pouring down my side.

“It honestly never occurred to me that you would have put a full glass of apple juice on top of a stack like that,” I sighed.

I Think He’s Been Watching British TV Shows Again

February 7, 2019

Unsurprisingly, sometimes it can be difficult to get my eight-year-old son to try new foods.  Surprisingly, one of those foods is cake.

“I don’t really like cake,” he reminded me when I offered him a sample from a ridiculously over the top ice cream cake I’d purchased earlier.

Resisting the urge to say “More for me then,” I encouraged him to try a small slice, which he did with reluctance while I girded myself against any negative reaction.

I needn’t have bothered.

“This cake . . .” he intoned, “is . . . brilliant!”

Now If You’ll Excuse Me, I Need To Supervise The Creation Of A Representation Of A Mohican Village

February 6, 2019

“Okay, while you have a snack I’m going to do a quick Candles & Curses,” I told my son this morning.

“Great!” he said.  “Maybe you could write about my school schedule and how it’s failing!”

Well . . . never let it be said I don’t take requests.

First off, despite my son’s choice of words, his school schedule is not failing, but we are painfully behind schedule because of my being out-of-town for two weeks recently.  Oh, his mother and Lala did an admirable job of keeping things more or less on track in my absence, but then I (and my out of town viruses) came back and threw everything into a tailspin.

Even so, we’ve already knocked out the easy assignments, but the remaining ones are time intensive, so this is shaping up to be a long week.

But In The Interest Of Fairness, After That I Then Filled The Duck For Him And Give Him A Free (And Successful) Shot

February 1, 2019

“Do you want to get wet?” today my son asked me with a grin.

Even though I was distracted, I very quickly said, “No!”  Noting his obvious disappointment (as well as noting the water squirting rubber duck in his hands), I promptly followed that up with, “It’s a good thing you asked, because I am not in a good mood to be squirted right now, and squirting me would have gone badly for you, but with that said . . .”

I paused to take off of my glasses.  “Now hit me!” I challenged him, then, remembering I was talking to a child, clarified, “I mean you can squirt me now.”

To my son’s great disappointment, nothing happened, so he told me to “stay put” while he ran back to the bathroom to try filling up the duck again.  Realizing the bathroom would be a better place for a water fight anyway, I followed.  Once again though, the duck failed to produce any water.

“It doesn’t work,” my son sighed.

Now it was my turn to grin as I took the duck from his hands and squirted water all over him.  “It works for me,” I said with a chuckle.

To Be Fair, It WAS Frozen Fresh

January 22, 2019

Last night my son wanted all of us to go outside and moon gaze together, and it was more than a little cold.  I went outside with them anyway, of course, but since I’m still not quite at 100% again yet, I was suffering.

My son, on the other hand, was having a grand time.  “Isn’t it great to be out in the fresh air?” he asked.

“Maybe for you,” I replied through chattering teeth.  “But the only air I’m getting is frozen.”

Sometimes You Need To Consider The Alternatives

January 10, 2019

“They keep playing ‘encouragement’ songs in my class!” my son complained today.

“Would you prefer they play discouragement songs about what a terrible day it’s going to be and how nothing is going to go right?” I asked him.

“No!” he laughed.

“There you go then,” I told him.

Welcome Back To School, Son

January 8, 2019

I get bored sometimes too, son, so . . . I get it.  I really do.  Heck, I’m bored right now, truth be told.  You don’t need my help in class at the moment, but I need to stay available in case that changes because that’s my job.  It’s not just an important job, it’s important to me that I do it and do it well, but perpetually thrilling it is not because I assure you that getting you a snack so you can keep your focus on class is never the highlight of my day.

It’s okay to be bored though.  Bored happens, and what you’re doing right now is exactly the right way to handle it.  You’re quietly keeping yourself busy while still paying enough attention that you know what’s going on so you can focus your attention fully when it’s needed.

Just like I am right now, in fact.

Overheard While L. And Lala Were Playing Chess

December 24, 2018

Lala: (after L. had taken her pawn)  Bye, pawn!

L:  You know what they say, “let ‘bye pawns’ be ‘bye pawns‘”.

So We Tried Another Family “Vacation” Last Week

December 17, 2018

It . . . wasn’t terrible.

The drive up was pleasant enough (Good job, son!), but not long after we arrived we hit a rocky patch with rocks the size of elephants, and our fun outlook started to look dire.

But then my son managed to pull out of his behavioral nosedive and did really well for the rest of the week.  He still got frustrated at points (we all did), but aside from that initial incident, not once did he let his frustration become an uncontrollable storm of griping and outrage.  Great job, kiddo.  I’m proud of you.