It's said that parenthood teaches you how to fail -- to fail with grace -- over and over.
My son had a homework assignment -- to design his own Valentine's Day mailbox. "Have fun with it!" ....This is a sentence I particularly hate: "Have fun with it!" I think it's code for another kind of sentence, i.e., "Fuck you!"
My child has not yet studied figure sketching (was I being asked to provide a crash course?) -- so I decided on puffy stickers, for the outside of the mailbox. But Joshie's sister, who has no boundaries, began demanding puffy stickers of her own. (The pre-K teacher recently said that my daughter could use some practice with rule-following. "Invent some simple restrictions for the home, and then impose firm consequences." I nodded and said, "I'll get right on that.")
Josh has one response to his sibling's neediness; the response is physical force. As Stickergate turned into a barroom brawl, I reminded myself that, eventually, the sun would go down, and I would give myself permission to pour a little glass of wine.
We have a mailbox now. Everyone is doing OK.
Signing off -- with thanks to Hallmark and Russell Stover, for this special time of year.
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