I am JUST not ready
I am not ready to move from the mindset change from raising
young children to young adolescent(s). I am not ready to find ways to answer
those challenging questions and yet I find myself in a corner. I am ill
prepared and feeling awkward. While I’d like to pretend that I know it all and
tell others how gracefully I’ve maneuvered and carefully negotiated the answers,
the fact of the matter is the questions have been firing off more rapidly than
usual and today’s question brought me to a screeching halt. I can not shield you either, so if
this type of insight makes you squeamish, well then I understand if you turn
away. I myself am JUST not ready but like most of the transitions in life: high
school to college, engagement to marriage, single to wed, and that move to have
little ones, there ARE those times that you are JUST not ready but you haven’t
got a choice; life is upon you and you (or rather I am) are the deer in the
headlights.
Wide eyed I ponder how to respond, in business I’ve seldom faced such a predicament. In business I find my comfort zone where I am appreciated for my thoughts and compensated for my time – parenthood, not so much in either the first or second instance. I clearly wear the mask of the novice.
Since you are still reading, let me put down a few of the most recent questions posed by the two youngins: Prima, age 9 and Secondo, age 6.5. While I can tell you my answers are usually quip and involve me having to get something ‘quickly’ in the other room to avoid further awareness of my short comings and distract them as quickly as possible – feel free to imagine what your responses might have been.
PRIMA
You know how when the dog is embarrassed his ‘thing’ appears? Well does that happen to boys and girls too when they get embarrassed? Because sometimes in school I get embarrassed and that would make it way worse.
So grown-ups kiss different then how you kiss us good-night. I’ve seen it in movies but I am wondering if they will teach us that in school or at camp?
We are alike mom because we are the same gander. {Gander? What is Gander?} Gander is what girls and grown-up girls are…it is like their – S-E-X but I don’t mean the kissing kind of that word.
You know how mom’s can give their babies boobie milk? Well I have two questions: where do they hide the switch that turns it off? If the mom drinks a coffee and then the baby takes milk, will the baby get a latte?
Yes, I think I know what priceless is…it means I am for free?
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