Monday, June 13, 2011
I was sitting at the kitchen table torturing Leighanna because of her teen-a-tude. Believe me when I tell you... I am a pro at torturing her. During the conversation she asked "why is it okay for Justin to get C's on his report card and not me?
Oh hell, here we go!!!
This is a hard enough thing to justify as a parent. I can only imagine there is no excuse in the world good enough for an eleven year old girl.
My answer to her was this... "you and Justin are two different kids. You are capable of straight A's yet I didn't get upset about that B you brought home.
Your brother has always struggled with writing(Justin is capable of writing. He has a vivid imagination and beautiful penmanship... he just hates to do it. We have always felt that his mind runs 500 miles per hour and his hand only writes one... therefore he gets frustrated and shuts down. So when I say "struggle... this is what I mean). Besides, Justin has a lot more to deal with at school. He misses a lot of information because of the seizures, he is at the nurse a minimum of two times a day and that causes him to miss stuff too. On top of it... he is in gifted classes. I am sure you would prefer me expecting good grades from you rather than dealing with the challenges that Justin has to face everyday.
Then it happens. Those beautiful blue eyes of hers fill up with tears and she broke my heart with the words I often say myself... "why does all the bad stuff always happen to Justin? Why couldn't it have happened to me instead?"
Through teary eyes of my own all I could really say is that I wouldn't want it to. I told her that I wish it could have been me. I told her that I love how much she wishes better for her little brother, but he is okay. He is happy and healthy and he can handle this.
Maybe this is something I should be telling myself.