What a week! Eli’s been sick since Monday night. Him and I “enjoyed” my birthday home alone, basking in our sickness. I got well by Wednesday, but so was not the case for my little critter. Today’s Dr. appointment validated my concerns from yesterdays worries: He has an ear and chest infection. I should be greatful, I know, because he hasn’t been sick in over a year and a half! That’s a miraculous triumph for him. But discussion about possible hospitalization brings the fragileness of his tiny body to light. I will pray that his system responds well to the medication prescribed.
On another note, what about that pregnant teen? Hmmm, never had I imagined that I had raised such a monster! I never seen MY DAUGHTER as the ungreatful, mean little beast she became last night. Why do today’s children not have the realization of responsibility. It’s simple, you choose to become pregnant, you choose all that comes along with it. And yes, that means making money and the discussion of it. Am I really wrong to expect the baby’s father to pay for the hospital co-pays? Or to expect him to find a full-time job, soon, to help pay for the necessities of the baby before it arrives in six months? After all he is a high-school graduate and technically an adult at the tender age of 19. But, I am the mean old mom that is only concerned with money. I certainly believe that I raised her with values, morals, and most definately respect. After last night’s antics, I’m not sure it matters what kind of a parent you were. I’m convinced they do exactly the opposite of what you teach them. I know, I know, this may not sound like a loving, normal, mom, but I can’t wait for the day she ventures out into the world (at 18….which is her plan) and is jolted into reality. It’s not about being right, I know, but I long for the day to be able to say, “I told you so”.