I try to be positive with my children. Here’s a recent exchange between my 15-year-old son and me:
Him: Apparently there’s room on the bus for the Freshmen to ride with JV.
Me: Great! I’m sure you’ll have a great time, be a generous sport and make me proud.
Ok, now here’s what was actually said:
Him: Apparently there’s room on the bus for the Freshmen to ride with JV (yes, he does speak formally like that).
Me: Ok, well, don’t do anything stupid on the bus, ok?
Me: And don’t sit next to anyone doing anything stupid.
Him: Well, that takes out everyone.
I think positive things. It’s just so hard to actually say them.
On another note, with my husband taking many business trips it got me thinking about a tradition my brother and I have had for at least 20 years. I have only been on the receiving end of this because I haven’t been on a plane since the Bush Administration, and that last time I blubbered uncontrollably while the plane got set for takeoff. But here are the rules: the morning of your flight you must call and say these exact words: “If the plane goes down, tell everyone I love them.” You can leave messages and you don’t have to call before your return flight. But you must call the day you leave because – and this is key – the plane will go down if you don’t.
Am reading The Bolter by Frances Osborne. It’s a bio about Idina Sackville, and, wow, was she a go-getter. Why were all these amazing, controversial women always in Kenya, I wonder. Anyway, I am on page 45 and I like it, but someone should spruce up the cover art. For realz.