DJ and I are hangin' out watching "Friends" reruns. Both of us tend to be night owls lately. Last night she decided to disprove Curry's Paradox. Look it up on Google because I am too geometrically-challenged to be able to explain what Curry's Paradox is. Luckily for me, it involved a picture! Suffice it to say she was pulling out colored pencils, graph paper and a ruler last night at 11:30 to start disproving the paradox. Bulldog asked her why; was it competition or something? It's difficult for both Bulldog and me to understand why anyone would think it's fun to use not one but two different mathematical formulas to disprove the paradox just for "the fun of it" but we're not going to knock it. It sure as hell beats video games.
Have I mentioned before that I have no idea where she came from? Our genes don't indicate that our offspring would have such qualities. Sarcasm, shortness of stature, ability to spread our toes-these are our genetic gifts. DJ missed out on pretty much all of those and ended up with freakishly good abilities that require both the right brain and the left brain.
Today we were returning from running some errands and DJ informed me that she gets carsick when the sun gets in her eyes. I suggested she get her sunglasses out of her purse. She said, "Oh, here they are." She turns to show me these goofball kelly green sunglasses with the lenses popped out. We both start laughing hysterically. How lucky am I to end up with this lovable goofball of a daughter? I'm so glad she's DJ-our relationship is only what a mother can have with a daughter.
Don't get me wrong-I treasure my relationships with Romeo and Goodwrench. They are GREAT people and great sons. But DJ and I relate the way only two women can. Sometimes Bulldog just shakes his head at our antics but I don't think he minds being outnumbered too terribly. She can poke at him like no one else can and he eats it up. I'll bet he never would have foreseen this when DJ first came out to us.
I heard from a young man whose mom is trying to be supportive of his coming out as her son. I hope he understands what a good start that is. That's where we were nearly two and half years ago. It's night and day coming from where we were to where we are. Wanting to try, wanting to be supportive is more than half the battle. So if Alexander's mom is reading-hang in there. As long as you keep wanting to be there for your son, as long as you're willing to try, to call him by his name and make constant efforts to use the right pronoun, you will get to the point of embracing this young man and loving him for him. Yes-missing that other child doesn't ever completely leave, but when you look at your son, try to remember that the core of the child has not changed. And if no one has told you this yet, Alexander's mom, you're a good mom for trying. You would be shocked at what some people experience at the hands of their parents. It's heartbreaking. I'm pulling for you!!
Have I mentioned before that I have no idea where she came from? Our genes don't indicate that our offspring would have such qualities. Sarcasm, shortness of stature, ability to spread our toes-these are our genetic gifts. DJ missed out on pretty much all of those and ended up with freakishly good abilities that require both the right brain and the left brain.
Today we were returning from running some errands and DJ informed me that she gets carsick when the sun gets in her eyes. I suggested she get her sunglasses out of her purse. She said, "Oh, here they are." She turns to show me these goofball kelly green sunglasses with the lenses popped out. We both start laughing hysterically. How lucky am I to end up with this lovable goofball of a daughter? I'm so glad she's DJ-our relationship is only what a mother can have with a daughter.
Don't get me wrong-I treasure my relationships with Romeo and Goodwrench. They are GREAT people and great sons. But DJ and I relate the way only two women can. Sometimes Bulldog just shakes his head at our antics but I don't think he minds being outnumbered too terribly. She can poke at him like no one else can and he eats it up. I'll bet he never would have foreseen this when DJ first came out to us.
I heard from a young man whose mom is trying to be supportive of his coming out as her son. I hope he understands what a good start that is. That's where we were nearly two and half years ago. It's night and day coming from where we were to where we are. Wanting to try, wanting to be supportive is more than half the battle. So if Alexander's mom is reading-hang in there. As long as you keep wanting to be there for your son, as long as you're willing to try, to call him by his name and make constant efforts to use the right pronoun, you will get to the point of embracing this young man and loving him for him. Yes-missing that other child doesn't ever completely leave, but when you look at your son, try to remember that the core of the child has not changed. And if no one has told you this yet, Alexander's mom, you're a good mom for trying. You would be shocked at what some people experience at the hands of their parents. It's heartbreaking. I'm pulling for you!!
