I’m not going to make the habit of blogging about my children. Mainly because most people could care less about other’s spawn. The only exception is grandparents, because said children are spawn of their spawn. But my oldest child, Chase, has been the cause of much lost sleep lately, and I’m expecting gray hairs to appear at any moment.
This school year has been rough, and we’re actually in the process of getting him evaluated for ADD, we could use the accommodations. His story is this:
I’m finding out people with ADD are hypersensitive, to everything! I’ve always said Chase has been gifted with the spirit of discernment. Because Chase, at an earlier age than most kids, has known the majority of adults are a-holes, teachers and family included. And he has been unable to accept the social norm of showing respect to those people regardless. He’s grand with old men, gives them his undivided attention and upon coercion will even use phases like, “Yes, sir.” But unless you have one toe left on this side of this veil you’re not gonna get that behavior.
So we talk about appropriate social etiquette all the time. The conversations go like this: “Chase, just because so & so is an idiot doesn’t mean you call them on it. Keep those thoughts in your head!”
In which he shoots back, “But you say stuff about people all the time!”
Did I mention he is uber aware of hypocrisy, which is why he has issues with most everyone?
I'm then forced to admit, “Yeah! But we talk about them amongst ourselves, not to their face!”
Obviously I'm a failure at parenting by example.
At times he looks so much like his father, and like the Mr., requires a disproportionate amount of my time! But its impossible not to love them they way they need.