The last thing I want to do is to bore you with my parental acumen so I'll let you in on a little secret. I really stink at it sometimes. Case in point, Thing #1..."The Early Years". Now that he is 26 and will be graduating law school in May (just wait for it...I'm getting to the "stink" part) I'm sure he won't mind me telling you that there were many years I wasn't sure he would even make it to adulthood. OR, more accurately...that I would be locked away by Child Protective Services and would never see his adulthood. Let's just say he was a bit of a "challenge". Lots and lots of stories here, but it started early with his imaginary friend...who apparently was the REAL culprit. Followed by a stint in Kindergarten when I got called to the school because he was so disruptive and they seriously worried about his future.
I was informed diplomatically by his teacher that my son's problems came from the fact that he was a... "Divergent Thinker", and this had to stop. WHAT??!!???!!!?? ANYTHING but THAT! Now, I have to admit I didn't have a name for my son's behavior other than "ARGHHHHHH". But the teacher went on to explain that my son's thought processes were not that of a "normal" child. For example...the sequence of discipline in the class was:
2. Head on Desk
3. Stand in the corner
Thing #1 would do something and get a warning. THEN, he would do something that merited putting his head on the desk. Before he would even get to his desk he would do a third violation ENROUTE. Why? Because he said it hurt to put his head on the desk and he would rather just go stand in the corner. It never occurred to him to just NOT misbehave. Welcome to my child rearing baptism by fire, and my early introduction to "Only her hairdresser knows for sure". It was a delicate balance on what to do here. Because even back then, as frustrating as his behavior was...I realized his "divergent thinking" was going to be what gave him success in life despite the angst it
some times frequently caused.
So why the long story? Haha...because I realized years later he got that "Divergent Thinking" gene from moi, and not the Better Half whom I liked to blame when I didn't view it as a good thing. With moi, I just always referred to it as "thinking outside of the box", which is much less ominous sounding. This week's Project 52 prompt is "Drink Up". So why the photos of snow and the story? Because quite honestly, I just don't like to do the expected, it hurts to put my head on the desk.
I finally got a pretty snowfall yesterday. This has been the most bizarre winter around here...no snow. And it was the perfect snow we finally got. Beautiful on the ground, not a flake on the roads...and it was gone by 12 noon. Quite the tri-fecta. I really did drink up the beauty of the moment Mother Nature gave to me. Cheers!
Divergent thinkers unite!
Divergent thinkers unite!