Sunday, January 23, 2011
Hubby and I had been married only a few years, and were in our twenties, when I was reading a book one night in bed. It was a compilation of tragic true stories about a doctor's patients. One story was so sad I started sobbing, which woke up hubby.
"What's the matter," he asked.
"This book is so sad," I replied. I told him a little about it.
He grabbed the book out of my hands, went to the window and opened it. He then threw my book down two stories into the snow below.
"There," he said. "Now you don't have to think about it any more." He then climbed back into bed.
I went to the window and looked down. There was my book, deep in the muck and snow. Well, I didn't mind too much. After all, the people in the book were dead and I couldn't help them, so what was the point of reading about them. Sometimes I am actually glad my husband is always sure about what to do in a situation, even if it seems a little strange to me. And he did teach me a valuable lesson; don't read sad stories.
My grandson, Jordan (on the right), came into my living room and then a few minutes later his brother, Craig, came in. "Where were you?" Jordan asked Craig.
"I was hiding behind the sofa in the family room. I was going to hit you with a football. Where were you?" Craig answered.
"I don't go through that room to get here," Jordan said.
So, Craig missed an opportunity to hurl a football at his unsuspecting brother. They are 21 and 19, and they like teasing each other, and the fact that a flying football could have hit the big-screen TV doesn't enter their minds. But this is a definate improvement on previous behaviour.
When they were teenagers they fought so much everyone in the family was upset about it. I remember driving to their place to pick them up one Christmas Eve. They were in front of the door of their house punching each other. I jumped out of the car and got between them. I was lucky not to get hit by mistake.
"You can't fight today," I yelled. "It's Christmas!" They took a few more jabs at each other and then they stopped. But the anger between them was awful.
Things changed this year. They both grew more mature and patient. They now hang around together and never, ever fight,(minus a mishap at Thanksgiving dinner when Jordan burned Craig's arm with a lighter). We are all happy about this change. In fact, Craig told Sandy, his mom, that he wants his and Jordan's relationship to be just like the one between Sandy and her sister, Christine.
"I want us to be friends and I want our kids, when we have them, to play together."
You know, when you feel like despairing about your kids, take heart. You never know when things will take a change for the better.