She stuffed into a top hat that she got at the circus some old papers, a baby doll blanket, her hair brush and 2 tiny stuffed bunnies and said that we could throw that away. She pulled 3 large cardboard boxes (the boxes had been converted into a guinea pig vehicle, a house for the parents of the 2 tiny stuffed bunnies, an extra doll bed) and told us that we could store these precious items in the basement. And that is about as far as she got. On the bright side, she did this rather independently. I told her that I would help her tidy up her closet this weekend and maybe we could put a few more things away.
Posts Tagged ‘Naive Pronouncements’
Blitzen and her school friends have a restaurant. They work on it every day during the afternoon school program. They have designed a menu, they created the little thing that your check comes and some fake credit cards to put in there. She has a shoe box full of her restaurant stuff that she lugs back and forth to school so she can do some of the ‘work’ at home. One of the girls has named herself the ‘manager’. “She thinks she is charge but she doesn’t do any of the work!” Blitzen informed me indignantly. I didn’t quite have the heart to break it to her – that is just kinda how life is sometimes.
We played, without incident, as a family. 2 rounds. Everyone (especially me) appreciated it in the moment.
There are people out there going, ‘So?!?’ Well, it was a small thing but a big deal. We have not had many moments of calm enjoyment lately and I am attempting to celebrate each and every one.
that I want to live with you forever.
This is what Blitzen said last night, in the cab home from the airport. I asked her, ‘What people?’ And Blitzen said, ‘You know, the agency.’
It was a beautiful NYC night, we didn’t even mind waiting in the taxi line after our trip home from NC to visit Andrew’s family. Thank you for a great visit, NC peeps! And we rode home over the Robert Kennedy Bridge (Triborough to me forever, thank you very much) with the windows open and breeze blowing our hair around like crazy, laughing and laughing at how silly we all looked with our tangled, wind-mussed hairdos.
What a sweet thing to say. What a heart wrenching thing to hear because nothing is certain, most uncertain of all, Blitzen’s permanency plan. She has begun asking more about this. Does she get to decide where she lives? When will it be settled? What will happen?
Andrew and I were talking this morning about how awful it will be for Blitzen if she has to leave us. Now, this isn’t just about us or about the relationship that Blitzen has with us which I think is rooted and loving and is really allowing her to grow in a lot of different ways. It is also about the lack of a relationship that she has with her mother. In an ideal world, this family would heal and the kids would be reunited and bio-mom would just get herself together and she and Blitzen would form a strong and nurturing bond. But it is not an ideal world and I am worried. When you have 6 kids, do you pay extra attention to the one that doesn’t seem to like you much or do you focus on the ones that you have bonded with? This is not a commendation of Blitzen’s mom, it is just human nature, I think. No one likes rejection and Blitzen and her mom have a very unhealthy pattern, they reject one another in subtle and not so subtle ways almost every time they see one another. And it is difficult for me to picture how that gets fixed (a single parent, living in poverty, with 6 kids and no positive familial support). It is just a huge hurdle to overcome.
I wish it was just as easy as ‘telling the people’ – many things in life would be better if it simply took a heartfelt declaration of what you want and then, bam, it was done.
Blitzen recently said this to me as she was thrashing about in bed claiming to be itchy and to have a sore throat and probably a fever too. I mentioned that if she could try to relax her body and rest, she might feel a lot better. And she says ‘Cause I’m dramatic, right?’ I just smiled and thought ‘oh yeah, big time!’
I suspect that she has heard this at school where the nurse apparently calls her ‘the old lady’ because of her many invisible and unexplainable ailments. If ever a kid wanted attention, any kind of love and attention, it is Blitzen.
And as I have mentioned, we’re working on some of her more irksome behaviors now that we’ve got the more worrisome stuff under control. Like mornings, which are so hit or miss. She is either loving on us or screaming at us. Never know what is going to be until the sun rises.
After a particularly trying morning, I gave her a promotion at bedtime. I told her that she was doing a lot of things really well and I thought she was ready for a promotion but that with a promotion comes added responsibility. And I wanted to add ‘no yelling in the morning’ to her list of responsibilities. Oh, she was so excited, smiling big and promising to be responsible in the morning.
Fast forward 5 or 6 hours to about 3am and here comes Blitzen, half asleep, wandering into our room. Andrew takes her back to bed, where she asks in her sleepy stupor, ‘What does promotion mean?’
‘You gotta work with me here, lady!’ is what Blitzen said to me this morning after noting that my shoes did not go at all with my dress. Everybody is a fashion critic. And for the record, they were just my walking to work shoes…
‘You never do anything around here but clean’ was shouted at me last night when I declined to cover the guinea pig cage at bedtime.
‘Come to mama’ with a shake and shimmy when I asked if I could have a hug and a kiss on my way out the door.
‘I’m just enjoying being a kid’ when explaining to my co-workers why she would not be staying at the office and working with me all day during her winter break.