Lately it seems that the kids have a pact to make sure that one or the other or all three is in a strop and possibly screaming. I chalk it up to hormones burgeoning and school work taking its toll, but that knowledge doesn’t change the misery. Despite their clamouring to be alone, and firm declarations of loathing for the others, the three of them seem to purposely seek each other out with the sole intention of torturing themselves, and in the process, their parents. The Author and I have tried all sorts of tactics, but the one that works best is –– oh wait, nothing works best. Continue reading
Let me say a few words about The Son, who is 10 years old. He has always surprised us with his wide-ranging, quirky and sophisticated tastes. He is funny and smart, and he looks the part in his lab coat which he asked for when he was six and which he continues to wear to all sorts of places, including the moor for a 4-mile walk.
He can be loving and generous, and he is the one child we can count on to give us pieces of his candy when he has some.
He can read a 300-page book in a day, and he would probably like nothing better than to do that, although he has started to take an interest in improving his physique (push-ups on the patio at 8:30 a.m. is a new development). Continue reading