There was a power struggle going on
in my house between the kids and us. We were going to win in the end, but they
were making the path to victory incredibly annoying.
By the time this article is printed,
God willing, my family will have traveled to Washington State and back. We are
going to visit my best friend and her family, look at mountains up close and experience
the packed-in city life of Seattle and laid-back Olympia.
The children are currently unhappy
that we are leaving at all.
My kids are strange to me in the way
that they never want to do anything. Don’t get me wrong, my daughter really
wanted to go to Disney World, but my son had no interest in it until we got
there; even then, he didn’t smile very often.
Concerning this major outing, my
little girl is afraid of the plane not functioning properly. Last week she
said, “Mommy, if the plane falls out of the sky, we’ll all die.”
I said, “At least we’ll all be
together.”
I don’t like to feed into these
kinds of fears very much, but when she kept mentioning it over and over, I
couldn’t help but dig deeper to the base of this anxiety.
“What’s up with you and planes? You
love roller coasters. We’re just going to roll down the runway and lift off
into the sky. It’s fun.”
“Because, mommy, I never see the
planes land. They never land on the ground!”
I thought about that for a while. I
guess she never has seen a plane land on the ground. I also thought about the
exposure she has had and pictured my son watching those airplane disaster
shows. Ah ha!
Even with some education, she hasn’t
budged on her opinion.
Speaking of my son’s television
choices, he happened to catch something on Big Foot that scared the tar out of
him which brought us great joy being the horrible parents we are. Of course,
he’s 12 and my daughter is 7 so he’s fair game.
He began asking his dad about the
infamous creature and a tale was instantly spun by my husband about a creepy
night spent camping with the boy scouts with unusual smells present and being
hit with a rock thrown by an unknown being. Then another story was told about a
woman innocently washing dishes then suddenly looking through the window into
the eyes of the beast himself.
My son nervously looked at the
window above the kitchen sink which had the shades pulled all the way to the
top and, when he could take it no longer, he slipped across the room to quietly
and quickly lower them.
There’s been so much talk about Big
Foot and planes lately, I almost feel bad for my kids that we are packing them
on a plane and forcing them to go to the Pacific Northwest, home of the
Sasquatch.
Apart from their fears, my daughter
doesn’t want to leave her Baby Butterscotch, a mechanical horse it would be a
pain to pack, and my son doesn’t want to leave his social life, but he is
taking some cards with his phone number printed on them. There’s no sense in
missing out on broadening his girlfriend base.
We just hope we don’t run out of
money. Now that is truly terrifying!
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