I volunteer at a hospital. Sometimes we’re given a boxed meal because the cafeteria is closed. This past shift, instead of packaged cookies, there were baked cookies that were wrapped in pairs. I thought they were chocolate chip so saved them for my Large Fry. When I got home, I told her there were cookies for her.
Fast forward 2 days. This child, who never uses Facebook or Messenger had messaged me while I was at a meeting.
“Okay I realize it is early in the day but I got those cookies that were meant for me.
They were not chocolate chip.
They were raisin cookies.
I have fallen for a trick I thought only existed in fiction.”
I messaged an apology because I would not have shared Oatmeal Raisin cookies with her, I would have kept them all for me. (Obviously.)
When I got home she handed me the leftover cookie and said
“I bit into the cookie. I tasted betrayal, not chocolate.”
I love my Large Fry.
We have an unusual yard decorating tradition. Every October 1st, we put out spider inflatables that stay out the entire month. The first time was 2002 – we had a single 8′ purple spider. Spidey moved with us to another house and went up every year, until dry rot called her to that big cobweb in the sky. I quickly found a replacement and then stocked up so I’d never be without a giant purple spider on my lawn.
In 2009, we moved to Maryland and ended up on a somewhat well traveled road. A year or so later, we added Terry Tarantula, a large black spider, so that Spidey 2 wouldn’t be alone. That was the year that we made it to Google Earth.
It’s now 2017. The Spiders made it Google Streetview last year.
We’re on Terry 2 and Spidey 4. Something happened on Wednesday that hadn’t happened before. My husband brought in the mail and opened an envelope and then began making “ooooh” sounds. He handed it to me and I was immediately verklempt (look for a video of Mike Myers doing a Linda Richman skit on SNL).
How nice is this?
I decided to show our appreciation in the best way possible.
I hope I made Allison and Andrew’s day like they made mine!
Today is High School Graduation Day for my Large Fry. Her school has its ceremony at an event hall in Washington, DC. We flew in her 10 years older sister from Chicago. It’s supposed to be a big deal day. But it isn’t.
Yesterday, the senior class had rehearsal in their gym. Hundreds of kids, in an unairconditioned gym, doing what kids do best, being loud and rowdy.
For Lg Fry, crowds and noise are her Kryptonite. Anxiety took a great big hold and said NOPE, no graduation ceremony for you.
I thanked her counselor who helped her not have a complete freak out. We went home and I grabbed the 4 graduation tickets we had and brought them back to school so that they could be used by another family. Those things are like gold. I probably could have scalped them outside the hall today…
Her Dad is disappointed; I can tell. He understands though, like I do, that having her try to do the actual ceremony where a panic attack would be in full view of a couple thousand people is not in anyone’s best interest. Also, she still graduates, she just isn’t walking across a stage to shake the hand of a principal she’ll likely never see again.
Anxiety is a terrible horrible thing that takes you away from people and places and makes life difficult for you and the people who love you. But it is a thing. A real thing. No amount of cajoling will make it go away.
Lg Fry likes to say that sometimes she feels like she has made Anxiety her bitch. That didn’t happen this time and that is OK.
Yes, it’s 3 years old, but he is adorable and I want to be in the PTA with him.