“I’m at my best when you do it for me.”

I shake my head (yet again) at the antics of faux parenting. Our daughter Tori (who is 11) wanted to go to the public pool today with her friend. On a 103* day I think it’s the perfect place for them to be! So we drive over to her friend’s house so they can ask for permission to go and her parents say that she can only go if I’m going to sit there with them. I tell them that no, I wont be there … that tori is a wonderful swimmer and she is perfectly fine to go by herself. They know that this is always the case because she’s gone with tori before and I’ve told them THEN that I don’t go. Anyway, the girls really want to go together but they remain firm on needing an adult to supervise. So I suggest that one of THEM go and sit with the girls for 2 hours while they swim. They instantly changed their minds and decided it wasn’t so important to have a parent go along. :-/

This makes me go mental inside because how is that you seem to know what is best for your child as long as someone else is doing the job, but the very minute you have to get up out of the chair you’ve been in all day, it’s a different story. I just don’t get it. I don’t mean to be so irate about it but it just amazes me that parenting seems to an option with most people. And to top it off, I had to pay (AGAIN) for her to go with Tori. There is something seriously wrong with this arrangement.

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I just finished reading “Thank You For All Things” by Sandra Kring tonight and it was a really great journey. I have never read this author before but she has a nice easy flow to her writing and you just keep going, page after page, without realizing it. This particular story is not something I can relate to but I still found it captivating. I think what I liked most was the fact that it’s incredibly interesting to witness the story through the littel girl. We see the unfolding of the history of dark secrets and family tragedies through the eyes of a curious eleven-year-old.   Though Lucy can seem much older than her years, she works wonderfully as a narrator.  Seeing the story through another’s eyes would make it entirely different, which is why it works so well.  It is an extremely interesting point of view, and I definitely recommend this read.

Here is the summary of the story:  Lucy McGowan is a 11-year-old genius with a photographic memory, an even more brilliant brother, Milo (IQ: 180), and a single mother, Tess, living in Chicago. What Lucy has that her brother doesn’t is curiosity and people smarts, a quality that propels her to unearth the hidden relationships and buried secrets of her family. An maginative and headstrong girl, Lucy finds herself on a grim family visit to her sickly, estranged grandfather in Timber Falls, Wis. Witnessing her mom’s unshakable hatred for her dying father, Lucy begins to investigate her family’s past; her love for the sick old patriarch she knows is challenged repeatedly by what she finds out about the angry, abusive man he used to be.