Tuesday, June 14, 2005
All right, it looks like I was taking a (well-deserved) nap when my daughter snapped this photo of me, wrapped snug as a bug in my bed, but I was really contemplating how to bring about world peace in my life-time. I almost had a solution mapped out in my mind but the click of the camera shutter startled me so that I forgot my plan (and could not go back to sleep) so I got up and did something constructive, though I do not remember what.
Speaking of world peace, when my siblings and I were younger, and we got into fights our mother made us hug each other and make up, which usually made us laugh. Consequently, to this day, I have a hard time getting really angry without also getting the giggles. Is that twisted, or what?
When I tried that with my own kids, they refused to hug each other! Which reminds me, I think I have figured out part of the problem with my parenting skills. My problem is, I have been a June Cleaver mom (Leave it to Beaver, remember the show?) in a Sharon Osbourne world. Not that I am criticizing Sharon Osbourne. I am saying things changed a bit and I failed to notice those changes. Now, that I am aware of the problem, maybe I can make a few adjustments and improve the situation. But first, I have to risk coming out from under the covers, don't I?