…because Stink is on a trip. Yes, my big sixth grader got on a plane yesterday with his class to hike the Grand Canyon and go on an archaeological dig. Not a bad scenario for a public school, eh? The most exploring I ever did in sixth grade was to go from one window of paned glass to the next for Stations of the Cross in our Catholic church. I’m thinking Stink is going to have a lot more fun and not even have to deal with incense. (Lucky bastard.)
Update on Tics
In case any of you are irritated at my false proclamation in the title, I will give you some hope that his tics have been dramatically reduced regardless of the Taurine being eliminated. I believe that the magnesium citrate and the NAC are our miracle workers. Frankly, I think it’s mostly the magnesium and not the NAC but I’m not willing to take that chance right now. I’ll do a supplement post next, but for now, I just want to talk about my 12-year-old. Why? Because he’s 12. And it is going by so fast. As I said in my post for my publishing company, Armonia, I only have 5 Christmases left with this kid.
That’s astounding. How many times have complained to him, “Put away your Wii system when you’re done with it!”
“Really? Do I have to remind you again that the table is for eating, not for your gaming obsessions?”
“Um, the chargers and the homework and the key chains and the Disney pins…can you please put them away?””
And yet, now that he is gone, and I have a perfectly clean dining room, my heart is heavy. How I miss his banter! I am longing to wrap him in my arms again and run my fingers through his
muppet mop beautiful curls only to have him scold me, “Mooooom, don’t touch the hair!”
Somehow, this kid has gone from this…
And while I’m lucky enough that he’ll still cuddle with me there will be a time when he’d rather be with his girlfriend. (His type, by the way? Asian girls.)
Me: “Why Asian?
Him: “I like their long, straight hair. And they are so tiny.”
Me: “Yes, and you are estimated to be 6 foot NINE. That’s quite a height difference between you and future girlfriend.”
Him: “It’ll be fun. I can carry her around.”
Me: “Like a doll?”
Him: “Sure, Mom. Like a doll.”
I can’t say that anything out of his mouth these days surprises me. He is unique and opinionated. He knows who he is. That’s more than I can say about myself when I was 12, and I didn’t tic.
Moms, this is your daily reminder that our kids’ souls and spirits far outweigh their tics. Hug that little ticker today, because one day they will be trading in their Thomas the Train suitcase for a carry-on and flying to another state without you.
And, like me, I’m thinking you’ll miss them like crazy.
May your attitude today be like my refrigerator: messy with joy and gratitude for the blessings you have in your life.
Until next time,
May God grant you the serenity to accept the tics you can’t change, change the tics you can, and have the wisdom to know the difference.