I recently quit smoking as an anniversary present to myself. My thought process is that I will be able to dance like a teenager at my 50th anniversary (fat chance!).
A few nights ago one of my teenagers and I had a bit of a riff over her wanting to get on the computer at 11:30. Her homework was not done, but Race and I were heading off to bed, and the rules are that no one is to be on the computer without our supervision in the event that there would be a reason to consult us.
Not giving in, but frustrated beyond belief, I went into the bedroom to sneak a smoke. I shut the door, lit incense, pulled out my stash and located a lighter. Just as I picked up the lighter, there came three timid knocks on the door. Thinking it was the daughter that I had had the altercation with, I sang out "just ONE minnnnnute!" as if I were wrapping a present and not trying to be sneaky.
I hurriedly opened the door to an empty hall (not really a hall, it is just the wall and door that the coat closet is in). I walked out into the living room thinking she had just given up and walked away. I found her bent way underneath the desk trying to locate the USB port, and steadfastly ignoring me. Race was at his desk and only looked up at me. I asked Race if he had heard the knocks and he said that is why he asked me what that was. I had a THOUGHT of what it was, but...
I guess not only my living family would like this Quit to work this time around.
OK - the "voices in our heads." From the way my son was sitting and cocking his head, I believe he heard it enter through his right ear. I can vividly see him; just like it happened yesterday. He's sitting facing me and leaning his head to the left, which would indicate he was listening intently through his right ear. (I know you understand what I mean.) I've given this a lot of thought, just to make sure I don't say something that isn't true, and I realize that when I heard the voice (by the way, the voice I heard was the same voice; just 3 separate incidents - trust me, that was more than enough!) and I heard his voice come through my right ear. I'm not sure what that means, though. It's not anything I've ever questioned. Do you have any insight into it?
It's funny, up until about a year ago I always referred to my son as "Little Man." I realize a lot of parents do, but I thought it funny that you do too. Not only did I refer to him that way, but I would call him that when talking to him. I don't do it as much now because he's gotten older and has become "The Little Boy" (weird, I know), but his nicknames adapt to his personality and he has become a typical 8-year-old little boy. Well, maybe not typical compared to others, but you know what I mean.
My reaction when Dalton told me about the voices was because he was (and is) so trusting. My daughter recently told me I shelter him too much, that he doesn't know there is bad stuff out there. Yes, I do shelter him. I don't want him to know there is real life bad stuff. Not yet. He'll be faced with it soon enough. No matter how much we try to prepare our children, the real world always butts in. I don't want people to misunderstand me. No, I don't want my son to grow up, step out into the world on his own, and be so na