Thursday night, I attended a “mini reunion” with grade school classmates at Nick and Jimmy’s; a local bar and grill. While drinking a few beers and catching up with these classmates, I thought to myself, how far we have all come. There were no more social barriers to separate us. Finally at 40+ years of age, we had grown up; no drama to be found between us. Just laughter, shared experiences and traps to look for with teenagers. A power shift had taken place…and it was simply maturity.
My mother in law finally got her power turned back on Thursday afternoon, much to the happiness of the boy. He could finally charge his DS and play Pokémon games instead of the mandatory clean up work they have been doing since their arrival The doll answered the phone when I called to check in on them, “Hey doll guess what?” “What?” “Guess….” Growing impatient with me (as if she had better things to do) she said, “Mom, what does guess what mean?” “You’re no fun!” I said before telling her that Mrs. Robin had begun to sit on the nest”. “Are there any eggs yet?” “Not that I saw, but there might be some (this morning found two blue eggs).
“So doll are you excited? You get to take a shower tonight!” With no electricity the last few days, they have been unable to take hot showers at Grammy’s. “I don’t know if I’m going to take one today, I’m not that dirty.” “Mark my words doll, you’re taking a bath! You and your brother both need baths.” “Well the boy might because he’s a stinky boy. But I’m kinda clean.” “Doll, you’re taking a shower” I told her one more time only to be told again, “Well, I don’t know….”
When her father came to the phone (the boy excited to have power again was too busy playing his “shouldbeoutlawedbecausetheytrapkidsintobecomingvideozombies” DS to talk to his mother) I said, “The doll and boy need to take baths tonight. You should encourage this while you still have power. “Don’t worry they’re taking showers tonight, no doubt” he said in return. “Well, she’s thinking she’s doesn’t to have to…” I said, trying to push the subject a little. “Well, she’s not in charge. I have all the power here and she’s going to take a shower come hell or high-water—in the high-water if necessary.” Okay then… “Well, whatever. Have a good night…make them kids take baths…” I said before hanging up.
All kids want power. In grade and high school, the perceived “socials and jocks” are the ones who wield it; Parents have power when dealing with their kids yet, us 40+ year old’s have realized real power, comes from within….unless you’re a an electrical power line, threatened by the whims of nature, then your only true power comes from your supply of candles and flashlights.