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averygoodun42) wrote2010-09-27 03:44 pm
averygoodun42) wrote2010-09-27 03:44 pm
Meme
I'm going to catch up all at once, because all three answers tie in with each other and today's events, as it happens.
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
My job, as of the last five and five-sixths' years, is trying to take this wild young cub I bore and turn him into a decent, independent human being.
This job is upsetting. Often. For example, today, when I went to pick the cub up from school, the teacher told me that he'd had an accident. In class. It was right at the end of the day, but...
I know the probable cause - sugary snacks while traveling yesterday - but what I don't understand is why he lets it happen. Why didn't he ask to go to the bathroom to poop (he did ask to go pee, at some point)? I don't know, the teacher doesn't know, the school nurse doesn't know, and he's not telling. Quite frankly, I don't think he knows, either.
Of course, this does help define my job a little better. This tells me, yet again, that his little body simply can not tolerate sugar and refined wheat, and therefore I must be a strict despot about his having such foods. I have to protect him from those dangers, and from the less tangible dangers that result from not being a dictator. For now.
I hate being an authoritarian. It chafes at my soul.
On the up side, though, there are signs that I am doing my job somewhat well. After all, he has only had one warning about keeping his hands to himself this month/year at school, and hasn't needed another yet. He is upstairs in the shower cleaning himself off without my supervision. And doing so without a big battle or rages or any of that wildness. He truly is become a decent little boy. There's a LONG way to go yet, but he's getting there. We're getting there.
And his hugs and laughs are worth it. Gosh, I hope his real laugh is as wonderful as an adult as it is now. It's one of those infectious, joyous laughs that just lightens the load, no matter what load you're carrying. I know it will change as his voice changes, but... Hopefully the joyous, infectious quality will remain, even if in a masculine form.
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
My job, as of the last five and five-sixths' years, is trying to take this wild young cub I bore and turn him into a decent, independent human being.
This job is upsetting. Often. For example, today, when I went to pick the cub up from school, the teacher told me that he'd had an accident. In class. It was right at the end of the day, but...
I know the probable cause - sugary snacks while traveling yesterday - but what I don't understand is why he lets it happen. Why didn't he ask to go to the bathroom to poop (he did ask to go pee, at some point)? I don't know, the teacher doesn't know, the school nurse doesn't know, and he's not telling. Quite frankly, I don't think he knows, either.
Of course, this does help define my job a little better. This tells me, yet again, that his little body simply can not tolerate sugar and refined wheat, and therefore I must be a strict despot about his having such foods. I have to protect him from those dangers, and from the less tangible dangers that result from not being a dictator. For now.
I hate being an authoritarian. It chafes at my soul.
On the up side, though, there are signs that I am doing my job somewhat well. After all, he has only had one warning about keeping his hands to himself this month/year at school, and hasn't needed another yet. He is upstairs in the shower cleaning himself off without my supervision. And doing so without a big battle or rages or any of that wildness. He truly is become a decent little boy. There's a LONG way to go yet, but he's getting there. We're getting there.
And his hugs and laughs are worth it. Gosh, I hope his real laugh is as wonderful as an adult as it is now. It's one of those infectious, joyous laughs that just lightens the load, no matter what load you're carrying. I know it will change as his voice changes, but... Hopefully the joyous, infectious quality will remain, even if in a masculine form.