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Monday, Jul 11 2005
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Monday morning. So far, its not out-of-control crazy at work, which is nice. I expect things will change fairly soon.
S's sister was with us for the weekend. It was great to see her and her daughter. Her son, on the other hand, my nephew, is a horrible person. I realize that is harsh to say of a 10 (?) year old - but he was rude, inconsiderate, excessively self-centered, less mature in all respects than this 5 year old sister, not good with Ripple (OMG that broke my heart to see him tease Ripple), and all around really unpleasant - my anxiety level sky-rocketed around him. S was an absolute saint - stepping in when his sister didn't and being the one to deal with this little satan's-spawn in a phenomenal manner - not taking any lip but being kind to him. On several occaisions I had to leave the room it/he was so awful.
I thought about it - this boy and how I felt about him - a lot during my panic sessions this weekend - I understand and aware of the follwing: a) my little brother was an exceptional little boy and is now an exceptional young man. I always adjust my expectations for other little boys downwards to compensate for this. b) Kids test their boundaries all time. I'm DANDY with boundary-testing as a learning experience when I think there is, at bottom, a good heart behind it all. There was NO evidence of a good heart in this little boy. The NICEST thing I saw him do ALL weekend was pet my one of my cat. Seriously - not one nice word, and besides the petting, not one nice gesture. d) I do tend to over value sensetivity to others as a character trait - and I resent the instillation of that to its extremity in me from my parents - so I realize that what to others may appear as only somewhat selfish, to me appears profoundly evil. d) We learned through a casual dropping of it in conversation that he was born with something "wrong" and also had a traumatic head injury as a 18 month old. I wasn't aware of what he was born with (and couldn't hold onto the medical term my SIL used - pregnancy amnesia) and she seeemed to think we were aware of it, so I didn't press it. That's the only excsue for him, in addition to some laxity on his mother's part, that I could see.
AGGHHH.
I pray that my little boy is born healthy so that our love and guidance can help shape him into a good, strong, loving person who has a good balance between self worth and concern for others.
I feel better having written that out. S and I talked about it a bit, but I didn't want to burden him too much with my dislike of our nephew - after all, this little nighmare is part of our lives for years to come. S acknowledged independently of my input his nephew's awfulness and I thought it best to leave it at that. I cried and he held me when I was feeling so anxious and panick-y. He told me loved me over and over again. I'm so incredibly thankful to have him in my life.
My SIL gave us TONS of baby stuff - a great stroller, a wonderful car seat and two bases for it - one for each car. She also gave us all the unisex things from our niece and then bought this darling set of fleece lined overalls for walnut - she said she couldn't imagine anything better for a baby boy born in MN in the winter. They are darling.
Physically, I'm feeling pretty good. My feet get very tired and hot when I'm on them for longer than about 20 minutes at a time and I had some of the ligament cramping last night that wasn't super fun, but other than that - I feel good and strong. Walnut is dancing and kicking all the time. I started "The Thinking Woman's Guide to a Good Birth" and am very interested in this author's thoughts about the issues surrounding pregnancy and childbirth. She has some very definite opinions and strong arguements around the process that will be good to learn more about. I'm anxiously awaiting the "Defining Your Own Success" book I ordered from Amazon that Jo recommened - written for women who have had breast reduction surgery.
Mom, Dad, and Joel are in Venezuela - I wish I could be with them. Mom emailed and it sounds like they are having an incredible time. I will have to talk them into going next year.
S's sister was with us for the weekend. It was great to see her and her daughter. Her son, on the other hand, my nephew, is a horrible person. I realize that is harsh to say of a 10 (?) year old - but he was rude, inconsiderate, excessively self-centered, less mature in all respects than this 5 year old sister, not good with Ripple (OMG that broke my heart to see him tease Ripple), and all around really unpleasant - my anxiety level sky-rocketed around him. S was an absolute saint - stepping in when his sister didn't and being the one to deal with this little satan's-spawn in a phenomenal manner - not taking any lip but being kind to him. On several occaisions I had to leave the room it/he was so awful.
I thought about it - this boy and how I felt about him - a lot during my panic sessions this weekend - I understand and aware of the follwing: a) my little brother was an exceptional little boy and is now an exceptional young man. I always adjust my expectations for other little boys downwards to compensate for this. b) Kids test their boundaries all time. I'm DANDY with boundary-testing as a learning experience when I think there is, at bottom, a good heart behind it all. There was NO evidence of a good heart in this little boy. The NICEST thing I saw him do ALL weekend was pet my one of my cat. Seriously - not one nice word, and besides the petting, not one nice gesture. d) I do tend to over value sensetivity to others as a character trait - and I resent the instillation of that to its extremity in me from my parents - so I realize that what to others may appear as only somewhat selfish, to me appears profoundly evil. d) We learned through a casual dropping of it in conversation that he was born with something "wrong" and also had a traumatic head injury as a 18 month old. I wasn't aware of what he was born with (and couldn't hold onto the medical term my SIL used - pregnancy amnesia) and she seeemed to think we were aware of it, so I didn't press it. That's the only excsue for him, in addition to some laxity on his mother's part, that I could see.
AGGHHH.
I pray that my little boy is born healthy so that our love and guidance can help shape him into a good, strong, loving person who has a good balance between self worth and concern for others.
I feel better having written that out. S and I talked about it a bit, but I didn't want to burden him too much with my dislike of our nephew - after all, this little nighmare is part of our lives for years to come. S acknowledged independently of my input his nephew's awfulness and I thought it best to leave it at that. I cried and he held me when I was feeling so anxious and panick-y. He told me loved me over and over again. I'm so incredibly thankful to have him in my life.
My SIL gave us TONS of baby stuff - a great stroller, a wonderful car seat and two bases for it - one for each car. She also gave us all the unisex things from our niece and then bought this darling set of fleece lined overalls for walnut - she said she couldn't imagine anything better for a baby boy born in MN in the winter. They are darling.
Physically, I'm feeling pretty good. My feet get very tired and hot when I'm on them for longer than about 20 minutes at a time and I had some of the ligament cramping last night that wasn't super fun, but other than that - I feel good and strong. Walnut is dancing and kicking all the time. I started "The Thinking Woman's Guide to a Good Birth" and am very interested in this author's thoughts about the issues surrounding pregnancy and childbirth. She has some very definite opinions and strong arguements around the process that will be good to learn more about. I'm anxiously awaiting the "Defining Your Own Success" book I ordered from Amazon that Jo recommened - written for women who have had breast reduction surgery.
Mom, Dad, and Joel are in Venezuela - I wish I could be with them. Mom emailed and it sounds like they are having an incredible time. I will have to talk them into going next year.
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