Clueless Casanova

I have learned that clueless men were once clueless little boys.

A few days ago I was volunteering at the elementary school and decided to wait for the kids so they could ride home with me instead of them riding the bus.

Well my 9 year old son came bouncing down the hall carrying only his jacket. When he noticed me he broke into a huge grin and started towards me. I noticed that he wasn’t pulling his rolling back pack behind him. When I asked him where it was he said “Oh, that girl is carrying it for me.” He didn't even know the girls name!!

First of all that raised a couple of questions in my eyes. Why was this girl carrying something for a boy? (Where was her self-esteem? Didn't she know that was inappropriate? Didn't her mom teach her that the BOY should be carrying HER stuff and not the other way around?) and second, why didn’t he realize that she liked him?!

This is a classic case of girls maturing faster than boys! My little Casanova was clueless to what constituted as flirting for a fourth grader.

When I tried to press him as to why was she pulling his backpack for him, he just kept responding that the girl wanted to carry his backpack for him.

Well…….lets make sure that’s all she wants!

Aren't we too old for this??

Remember in High school…the clicks that existed? The Jocks, The Rich Kids, The Cheerleaders, The Nerds, and the “other” category.

Well high school is long behind me but I have come to the realization that clicks still exist…..just in a different format.

In an office it’s the Executive Assistants versus the Secretaries.

In the military there are the Officers and the “enlisted”.

In life…there are the Haves and the Have Nots.

One group always thinks they are better than the other….causing irritation, misunderstandings and segregation. Neither group seeks to understand the other.

This cycle is perpetuated throughout society regardless of race, creed or location on this planet.

When are we going to realize that clicks never benefit anyone but exclude someone?

Tennis Kool-Aid

Hi my name is Yvette and I am a tennis-aholic. Your response: “Hi Yvette.”

I start off with this confession because they say admitting you have a problem is the first step to getting help.

Well, I don’t want any help...but thank you so much for the offer.

I have been playing tennis for 15 years and I can go play tennis for hours, then come home and watch it on TV for a few more hours! You see, tennis is a great sport. You can play it indoors or outdoors. You can play the game your entire life. And even if you can’t walk or use your legs you can play wheel chair tennis too!!

And with this obsession of mine it is only natural that one of my kids will join me in my weekly ritual of chasing a little yellow ball trying to make it do things it doesn’t want to!!

My oldest son, Jalen, has decided to join me in the tennis world!! He is on his first team and it is so cute to have this shared love.

He has a new tennis bag. His Coach gave him a tennis racket to use and he has the Rafael Nadal Nike head band. He also has a great serve and the drive to get better.

We have agreed when he is old enough that he and I will play on a mixed doubles team together!

I can’t wait!!

No corner for me

When I had originally started this blog, I wanted it to be geared around my special needs kids and their antics. Then it hit me…..you can’t put baby in a box!!

As time has gone by I realize that I don’t really look at my children as the proverbial “special needs child”. Yes, they are Autistic but that’s not the end all and be all of who they are.

I have always treated them just like any other kid. Yes, I do have accommodations that I have to incorporate occasionally. Chase can’t tolerate the smells of public bathrooms….so we go before we leave home. Jazmine doesn’t like crowds and loud noises….so we avoid being in the mall for too long so she won’t shut down.

But the list of things I want and expect from them is a lot longer than their accommodations. I expect respect for me as well as their siblings and all adults. I expect them to do their homework, get good grades in school, follow instructions given, eat their vegetables and clean their rooms. You know….typical, everyday kid stuff.

I am here to guide them into being productive, tax paying, and living on their own citizens.

The ones that occasionally invite mom over for a home cooked meal that mom didn’t have to prepare!