Saturday, July 11, 2015

The dark future of my grandkids


Last Sunday while Aaron and Lucas were collecting fast offerings, Jonah got bored with me and started bugging me about not being able to watch TV.  I was checking my robin emails and decided to type out his rant in real time.  Here’s literally how it went….

“How can you kill my dream?!  If you don’t let me follow my dream, I will just do the same thing with my kids and they will be miserable too.  Do you hear me?  Do not let my dream die!  You have no other choice.  You have to do this for my kids.  You made this rule and you are the only one that can change it.  If you don’t, you won’t have any other chance to save my children.  I am not lying about this, I’m not even joking...  Stop laughing!  It’s not funny.  My kids will never be allowed to watch TV and it will be your fault.  Come on, Mom, or my kids future will never, ever, ever, ever, ever exist.  I want their future to be light, not dark.  I told you, no laughing!”

(He left for a moment but came back downstairs full steam to teach me the difference between light and dark with an object lesson using two balloons he got from the 4th of July parade.  If he puts with dark balloon into his bucket, his kids future will be dark. It will be my fault.  His kids will not be allowed to watch TV on Sunday just like him.)

 “I’m putting the dark balloon in the bucket, Mom.  Only you can stop it. It’s dark Mom, you made it dark!  I wanedt them to be happy….(he decided to take a new approach)

EVERYONE’s future is living in this balloon.  Do you want everyone’s future to be dark and miserable?  You want everyone to be light right?….  Dark!?!  Mom!  That’s not what I had planned.  My kid’s future will stay dark forever! What have you done, Mom?!  What have you done?”

Aaron and Lucas came home at this point and relieved me of his rant.  I guess I have doomed my grandkids to a dark and miserable future of no TV watching on Sunday.  I pray someday they might find it in their hearts to forgive me. 

Second story, JB and I went to Costco today and he asked to walk by the cakes.  We started singing “Happy Birthday” and he kept changing it around for his own version. 

“This is how I will always sing Happy Birthday.  Even when I have my kids I will sing it this way.  Like, I will sing my kid’s name. Let’s call her Laura.”

So he sings his version of Happy Birthday using Laura as the name. 

“We will HAVE to sing it that way forever.”

I ask just to see what he’d say, "What if your wife doesn’t want to sing it that way?  What if she wants to sing it differently?”

He thinks for a minute, “Well…I guess I’m just gonna have to be flexible.”

WHOA!  Jonah, flexible?!  Aah, he’s growing up right before my eyes.  

And he’s sure fixated on his own kids lately!  What’s up with that?