Paging Dan Hollister

kynn x speech

Seriously, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve left Walmart or a restaurant in tears.  So frustrated that I cannot get “control” of this four-year-old melting down because she’s tired, she wants to run free, she wants candy…  Or the ten-year-old because his head is as hard as rock.  “How many times do I have to tell you…”    Blank stare in response.

Like today after being in the waiting area with Xavier while Kynnadi did speech therapy… Actually, no. He was pretty good. There was a hyperactive kid running around, jumping, talking three hundred miles an hour, but, this time, it wasn’t X.   Ok…so after therapy, Kynn comes out coughing, nose running, still smiling because kids are always good for everyone but the BOSS of them. It was cool till we got to the car, then she unleashed a fury unseen by us mere mortals until today.   For two blocks she chanted, “I want candy, I want candy, I want candy…”  I threatened, I bribed, I tried to change the subject, I made promises, I yelled at God, I pleaded with God, I felt my ulcer flaring up…   “I want candy, I want candy…”

We got home.  She yelled at Xavier. She told him to shut up! I said, “Kynnadi, you’re not being very nice today.”

At which point she shuddered, sobbed, and fell completely apart. Dabbing her red nose with a tissue, she said,  “I not feel well!”   Oh…yeah. I get it.  As a person who is chronically ill, I should know better. I see how grumpy, grouchy, and mean I can get when the pain wears me down.

So I offered her a place on the sofa, gave her a cool drink, covered her with her blankie, and kissed her on the forehead.   She’s so worth all the stress and tears and sideways glances from passersby.

And, there’s always the fact that, most of the time, these little ones keep me laughing.  They keep me young.

Here, let me give you one example from each child so you can get a little chuckle, too. Laughter is the best medicine, after all.

I saw a jet streaking across the sky. “There goes Ironman!” I said.
Xavier said, “Remember when I used to think that? ”
“Yeah.” (giggle giggle)
“Now I know it’s a spaceship!”
Glad we cleared that up.

At the pool, we heard an announcement over the speakers. “Dan Hollister to the front desk, please.”
Kynnadi wrinkled her nose and said, “That me. It the name I use when I a monkey.” giggle

But this morning when I said, “Paging Dan Hollister!”  She glared and snapped at me, “No! I not a monkey today! I not happy!”  Mama said there’d be days like this.

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