it’s a trick question.

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It’s a question without an answer.  A cocktail party question.  An inevitable conversation starter in the business I have worked in for 15 years (children’s retail.) It starts when glowing moms eagerly tell you the gender of their unborn child.  Customers’ heads turn as if called by name, and immediately conversation is sparked.  A customer may be shopping 10 feet away, but for some interesting reason (hopefully an innate humane nicety  – the one that wants to make people feel good,) opinions start flying.  People say how “sweet” boys are.  How “everyone should have at least one girl.”   It’s fun to listen.  Occasionally, I add my own two cents.

When does all this happiness go bad?  When people state which sex is “easier.” (Define “easier” by the way.)  Which is easier to grow?  Girls…or…Boys?  I cringe when people start voicing opinions on this matter, because it can get heated. I play mediator,  hoping that two people who have never met will not engage in a “knock down drag out” in the store as an expectant mother looks on in horror.  Being of sound mind most of the time, I may need to interject a voice of reason. “The answer lies in the individual child, with a bit of biology and psychology mixed in.”  – not bad, right?  We need honesty here. (and facts)  There are times when girls are easier, and times when boys are easier.

There is no answer to this question.  It’s a trick question.   That is what I am going to say from now on when the banter starts.  Then I will whisper to the expectant parent.  “Wait and see.” I will use a phrase I usually avoid, but “fits” in this instance “It’s all good.”

As far as boys go- this may be helpful.

As I picked up my 17-year-old son’s room this morning (after a bit of  “adolescent” verbal abuse I took like a lady because I remember how difficult exam week is,)  I dusted the top of a framed poem we received from a dear friend on my son’s Christening Day.  It has been perfectly placed on the wall so that leaving his room, one always catches a glimpse of it. If a parent is leaving his room and is lucky, he or she will read it, and find peace.

And so it goes:

Just a Boy…….

Got to understand the lad-

He’s not eager to be bad;

If the right he always knew,

He would be as old as you.

Were he now exceeding wise.

He’d be just your size;

When he does things that annoy

Don’t forget – he’s just a boy

Could he know and understand,

He would need no guiding hand;

But he’s young and hasn’t learned

How life’s corners must be turned.

Doesn’t know from day to day

There is more to life than play.

More to face than selfish joy.

Don’t forget – he’s just a boy

Being  just a boy he’ll do

Much you will not want him to;

He’ll be careless of his ways,

Have his disobedient days.

Willful, wild and headstrong, too

He’ll need guidance kind and true;

Things of value he’ll destroy

But reflect – he’s just a boy.

Just a boy who needs a friend,

Patient, kindly to the end

Needs a father who will show  (and a mother)

Him the things he wants to know

Take him with you when you walk,

Listen when he wants to talk,

His companionship enjoy,

Don’t forget – he’s just a boy.

~DURGIN PARK

Market Dining Rooms

-In the shadow of Faneuil Hall

ESTABLISHED BEFORE YOU WERE BORN

PS- He will pay for the adolescent verbal abuse with limited electronic device usage and lack of “wheels” for “whipping” friends around.  No worries.

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weekly photo challenge: mine.

To all the Moms and Dads out there –   You all know what happens.  You become a  parent.  Then, slowly but surely, you lose possession of everything you once claimed as your own. Your children are so brand new they have no idea they are even doing it.  Your heart is the first thing to go.  They steal that the first moment you lay eyes on them, and that is a good thing.  You feel love like you have never felt before.  The most amazing thing has happened in your life, in the form of a beautiful little person.

Soon, however, it begins.

They begin to take stuff from you.  They rob you of your sleep.  They somehow take over your bed. They are constantly in your thoughts, always threatening to claim your peace of mind.  Forget about your privacy.  That’s goes, along with (ladies) any speck of modesty that you managed to escape with after you bore them.

They grow, and they take over your bathroom and everything in it –  your shaving cream, your zit cream, your razor blades.  They grow some more and it’s  your clothes they want.  Your kitchen,  your car, your television, your sanity. (oops, did I say that?)

You love them with every inch of your being.  Of course you do.  However, the fact remains.  They eventually will  – Take. It.  All.   It’s one of those things in life that you don’t really believe is going to happen until it does, and you find yourself saying…”Damn, they were right.”

Honestly,  I really don’t mind that it happens.  That’s what happens when you love someone I guess.

Below is a photo of what is mine.  It is mine, and all I have to do is make eye contact with the person who may be relaxing in it, and he/she moves pretty darn quickly to “the other side.”  There is nothing really special about it.  It’s not glamorous or anything.  As a matter of fact, it’s anything but glamorous.  It’s where I savor each sip of my cup of Starbucks Blonde every morning.  It’s where I watched 12 episodes of Homeland over the course of 2 days.  It’s where I am every night at 10 pm.  Everyone knows it.

My side of the bed.

It’s MINE.

signs of autumn.

Had to share these two photos because they make me happy in autumn!

Jack o’ Lantern latte.  Hopefully vanilla honey, but I think it’s pumpkin spice.  Check it out here.

Caramel spice hot apple cider from Starbucks.

Bring it on!