Monthly Archives: April 2015

April 13, 2015: The First Day of May

2015-04-13 tulips

Tommy chooses–and pays for–a bouquet of tulips for Tricia. Lisa picks up a case of toiletries sure to please their honored guest. She and Tommy clean up his bedroom, where Tricia will be sleeping. Perhaps Tommy’s giant panda wonders what’s going on.

May’s bedroom, pretty in pink, is ready. This room, however, has not been prepared  for a guest. Two-year-old May is coming to live with her forever family.

2015-04-13 May tea set

We are so thankful for Tricia, May’s foster mom. She began visiting May in the hospital when the little girl was a premie, and the two developed a strong bond. Now May, utterly secure in the love of Tricia and her family, is settling in very nicely with her new mom and dad, and big brother Tommy.

2015-04-13 G and A stairs-cropped

Welcome home, little one!

2015-04-13 shoes


Destructomania–and a Lesson for Us

destroyed iphone

Tommy  has some special videos to show me–a young man destroying iPhones on YouTube (no link here!).

I marvel. This well-spoken young man immerses one iPhone in a specially made lava lamp, and tackles others with a blow torch, a hammer . . . .

“They’re experiments,” I say, trying to be encouraging, and telling myself that at least the videographer uses clean language. But I must admit to being baffled as to the point of it all.

Tommy watches in admiration as this “scientist” immerses, burns and hammers, but he takes good care of his own collection of ancient (to an eight-year-old) and modern cell phones.

When he was little, Tommy cheerfully (and with permission) destroyed his mother’s and my Fiddlestix™ creations, and checked to make sure he wasn’t allowed to wreck the grasshopper.

From whence comes this urge to destroy? A normal need for some degree of power and control, no doubt. And does it matter?

Perhaps. And this might be the takeaway point. Tommy understood animate vs. inanimate (and I’m including plants with inanimate objects here) at a very young age. But it appears that some children–and adults–do not.

And therein lies the lesson. As parents and grandparents, can we help little ones– who have a totally normal urge to control their environment–to learn that kittens, babies and other children have feelings, while dandelions and block towers do not?

boy with kitten