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This is just one of Jack's little creative quirks. Another is the continuing imaginary world of Birdington, about which he wrote several "books". There is Birdington, Bird Island, Bird Land. Sometimes, they go to war over things such as a giant peach cobbler. The main characters in the continuing saga are Bird Bird, Birdy Bird, Bird Bird Birdy Bird, the Ostrich (a bad guy) and the Cardinal (another bad guy). He recently built the "Bird Destroyer" (a shadow vehicle to the Star Wars Imperial Destroyer, I believe) out of legos. It is a strange little world, this Bird world.
We just accept his quirkiness and other kids seem to dig it, so I don't worry all that much about him being a bit out of step sometimes with his peers. What I do worry about is what a rotten mother I can be.
I know, your first thought is to spring to your BloomingtonGirl's defense. BloomingtonGirl? A bad mother? NEVER! You cry. Well, loyal readers, I think that it is time for me to come clean. I have a bit of Mommie Dearest in me and I fear that I am going to @#$! Up my kid.
For instance, I don't allow wire hangers in any closet in the house. Just like Joan Crawford. But, more to the point, I have been working Jack over this week on a part of a song he is learning in piano and the whole time he is crying and pleading with me, telling me he doesn't know it, wasn't taught it, didn't learn it, can't do it. I insist that of course his teacher taught it to him, otherwise she wouldn't have required he practice it and I proceeded to force him to play it, kicking and screaming and feeling like a complete failure. It was a disaster, but it never occured to me that maybe, just maybe, I should give the kid the benefit of the doubt.
Today when we did Jack's piano practice, after the same wailing and gnashing of teeth over the piece, it suddenly occured to me that Jack was absolutely right. The teacher was referring to another phrase in the piece which Jack had learned and could play just fine. I am an idiot.
Jack and I have been fighting a lot lately - how grown-up is this on my part? Fighting with a six-year-old? I've been bickering with him and being just an asshole. There, I said it. And all this bickering leads me to wonder whether I am going to screw him up. Nobody sets out to screw their kids up, but let's face it...most people are screwed up and good money says that mothers had big parts to play.
So, I am adopting a two-pronged approach to this problem. First, I am trying to be a better mother - more patient, less bitchy, more consistently disciplining. And, as a back up, I am researching where we should live when Jack is an adolescent. It should have all the good stuff like excellent schools/low crime...all that. But, just as important, it must have a good number of psychologists from whom Jack can pick to help him repair the damage inflicted by his mother. I'm open to making it a three-pronged approach if any loyal readers wants to pass along a suggestion.
In other news, Chris is working the late shift this week and doesn't get home until ten or eleven. It is lots of work for him but at least he has Friday off. I am going to catch up on my chick flicks this week while he is gone.
Off I go to watch one now...