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Sitting in Huck’s doctor’s office a couple weeks ago waiting for over an hour, having missed a morning of work and feeling anxiety creep up my shoulders with each ticking minute, sick Huck began leading me through breathing exercises and distracting games like “I spy with my little eye” to make me feel better. Later that night, having been tucked into bed, Huck could hear my frustrated voice from the living room as I admitted defeat with our Apple TV remote. He got out of bed and came to check on his confused old parents. “Can you PLEASE figure out how to make Netflix work?” I asked in a near panic-stricken voice, as if our inability to watch an episode of “Black Mirror” might be the end of the world.  ”Uh, sure,” said the drowsy 12 year old, handing me the back-to-normal remote five seconds later.

It’s a milestone for every parent to realize their baby has surpassed them in knowledge and coping skills.

Aside from the doctor visit, a broken air conditioner, an onslaught of junior high homework, seasonal allergies, and worries over hurricanes & a bad president, we’ve had a good start to the new school year. My main contributions to Huck’s academic career are as Sack Lunch Facilitator and Backpack Holder while he somehow manages to shove his enormous binder safely inside. He seems to call upon Troy for algebra help, but I should probably mention that I did assist Huck recently in writing lyrics for his new hit song “It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Halloween.”

At work yesterday one of the kindergartners had a full-blown temper tantrum during after-school, the time of day when I’m in charge. I tried many techniques to get her to stop screaming and kicking over her “not perfect” art project, even attempting to teach her Huck’s breathing exercises. And while it did nothing to diminish her rage per se, I think it helped me and the college student who had been struggling with her for the past half hour. Once the five year old finally calmed down, we three sat together and made humble paper plate puppets until closing time. Upon seeing my very, very imperfect art project, she forget her troubles and began teaching me how to draw.

Milestones.

3 comments

Pappy T

September 9th, 2017

We all need someone with whom we can make a humble paper plate puppet or two.

Aunt Jeni

September 9th, 2017

Oh thank goodness we had kids to help us deal with life’s frustrations! XOXO

Shauntsies

September 9th, 2017

Oh breathing exercises, I wish we needed you less (no defense). Plus any blog that mentions Black Mirror gets a thumbs-up from me.

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