Harrison absolutely kills me. He’s almost 14 and he has these moments of fantastic maturity and sweetness. Like, he will totally give me hugs at school in front of all his friends and say that I’m his favorite teacher. Win! But somehow he manages to balance these delightful bouts of nice guy with totally unhinged teenage rottenness.
This morning Georgia cried before school. Actually, every morning Georgia cries before school. I get it, it’s annoying. But she’s only six and this has been a tough year for her with teacher and friends. As annoying as that is, it is kind of her reality right now.
I was in a gentle mood this morning and 10 minutes before we left I lovingly encouraged Harrison to fix his hair. He’s so handsome when his hair is done, I love him better that way. When his hair is flattened on his forehead it makes me grumpy. Five minutes before we left I begged him to please, please just put a little gel in it. One minute before leaving I told him he wasn’t getting in my car without fixed hair.
We piled in (late) and waited for Georgia. She came out frustrated without socks and climbed in barefoot.
“Everyone just…be nice to her. She’s had a rough life.” I jumped out of the car and grabbed a pair of socks from the laundry room. When I climbed back in it was water works galore.
“He’s so mean ta me, he hates me!” she cried.
In all mean cases “he” means Harry. Rex is never mean. Ever.
“Harry,” I said, “Did you really yell at her?”
He pursed his lips, stuck his chin out and said, “Yes. Yes I did. She’s crying like a baby and I’m sick of it!”
“Harry,” I said gently, “Do you have to be that way? Just apologize to her and be the bigger kid.”
“No! I will NOT apologize! I’m sick of listening to her cry in the mornings!”
“Really? You really can’t just say–”
But before I could finish my sentence he glared over at me with ice in his eyes and then…furiously messed up his hair as badly as he possibly could.
“Wow,” I said, “Did you just…”
And then he did it again. Two hands, wildly smashing through his hair just to spite me.
It secretly made my day. Not sure what to say other than parenting is awesome.
Oh dear! I have so much to look forward to, haha. My almost 12 year old is beginning to turn…