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in the words of an eight year old little pixie. I threw my head back and laughed...loud and long. I hugged her tight and tried to reassure her that she's not "stupid". She is certainly forgetful of her chores and she certainly zones completely out when the t.v. is on. But stupid she is not.
This came after a phone call from Vanessa. I hate typing her name. Hate saying her name. Hate calling her the kids' "mom". Because mom she is not. She is anything but. She called just to speak to little Trin. The conversation went something like this:
"You just couldn't wait to get into the house and tell your dad about Jim.". "I did not.", replied Trin, "I waiting until they were in the kitchen." (God love her, she's eight for cryin' in the night). "Well, if we get together you're just going to have to deal with it.".
Oh geez. SHE'S AN EIGHT YEAR OLD LITTLE GIRL! Why would a "mother" have this kind of conversation with her daughter? I explained to Trinity that she deserved so much more respect than this. That parents, too, had to be respectful of a child's place in their life. That was a grown up conversation that occurs between friends or a rebelious teenager to her parents. NOT a mother to her eight year old child. How much more do these kids have to "deal with".
...and SRS calls me a child abuser
After explaining this to the little waif of a girl, Trinity had the epiphany. It all become suddenly clear to her. Her beautiful eyes got huge and she explained to me: "Now you know where I get my stupid from." But just to be clear, I had to ask, "where do you get your stupid from?" "My mom."
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Posted by Toristories on 2008-08-19 09:02:21 | Rating: | Views: 48
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