I paid a visit to my therapist, Chip, Dec. 29th. Before I share Chip's spin on the
situation, I wanted to see where you all would weigh in. It's sort of a game not unlike 'Are you smarter than a 5th grader?' This version is called - are you as smart as a therapist? I hope you will play!
I met Chip about 10 years ago when a few of the boys were diagnosed with ADD. He gave us techniques on how to handle some of the behavior associated with ADD. He even came to the Catholic school and informed a room full of teachers how to deal with ADD classroom complications. I thought I was clueless, but these 'educators' wanted every student to fit into the same square peg. My kid was round.
Occasionally I see Chip to get my problems shrunk. He's been helpful when I run into a situation that causes me to lose sleep or pull my hair out. ADD isn't always the culprit. Sometimes it's family.
Remember how well that notion was received? This year I went the back door route and suggested to my sane sister in law that we stop having kids exchange as well. Why not have an older cousin pair up with a younger cousin and go ice skating or to the movies together? I'm all for making memories instead of making more 'stuff'.
My brothers and their wives liked the idea. They recognized that if I introduced another change, I might be excommunicated from the family. Instead, they pretended the idea was their own. I accepted my silent role in this change. I wasn't looking for notoriety - just looking to shop/spend less. Cutting down on the cousin gifts isn't depriving anyone of anything.
|Opening gift free for all.|
It was an amazing gift. We were all dazed. What a great idea! The book included photos and stories of my dad throughout his life. My dad is VERY into history, and this was his way of sharing his own history with us. Dad has leukemia, and this was a small reminder that he won't be with us forever.
I was still sitting in the living room talking to my sister. Kids abandoned the stacks of gifts and raced back into the basement to play. The older kids headed back to the family room to watch football. Laddie suddenly reappeared in the living room. He interrupted my conversation by shoving my Dad's book in my face. 'Read this!' he ordered. I tried to wave him off, 'Lad, I will read it later.'
'Read it now!' he demanded. Dad wrote a bit about each of his kids. My paragraph started like this: My third daughter, Ernie, married a physical therapist. They have 6 children. 2 of which suffer from ADD (attention deficit disorder). Her oldest has given her a real run for her money. She suffers from a lot of frustration, but has learned how to survive. To help with the family income, she babysits in her own home.
Stay tuned for the fallout . . .