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The last word is something I have always believed I need to have. I have long struggled with that issue. If either of my parents were alive to agree, they would. I know my sisters and husband are nodding in agreement at this very moment.
Even though Diego is adopted he has somehow 'inherited' the last word gene from me. The child absolutely has to have the last word. He doesn't even realize he's doing it but he does seem to gain pleasure from watching my blood pressure rise and pushing me to my limit.
I try to not show him my frustration but usually end up telling him it's best to be quiet before "I pull this car over" or "make him sit in time out" or some other motherly threat that I know he isn't falling for.
At times like this I find some of the last words my own mother gave me echoing in my head: "I hope someday you have a child who acts just like you." Hmmmm... What did she know that I don't? Could she see into the future or something?
I can at least have the last word here, in my blog where I can say whatever I want and that's that.... well, unless someone posts a comment...
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Well, it's Monday and I am finally turning a page on technology and starting to blog. I think the reason I've waited so long to get started is because I didn't think I had anything much to say. I still am not sure what I'll write about but look, there are almost 3 whole lines already and I haven't said anything substantial!
So, this morning was back to routine with school and my usual 'day-off' from work. Of course, Diego wasn't in the mood to go to school but he did finally get ready and we were out the door.
A little bit about Diego... he is an 8 year old, beautiful little boy with FAS (fetal alcohol syndrome, I'll write more about FAS another time). He is my wonder child. He has defied many of the odds from a diagnostic point of view and amazes me with his brilliance. He has his moments though.
Like yesterday when my family was seated at our table for Easter dinner. Diego announced the difference in body parts between a boy and girl. Okay, so what is a mother to do? I shot a look at Joe and lost it. We were both trying to keep a straight face while explaining appropriate dinner table conversation topics.
One of my favorite phrases has become, "A true FAS moment". That was truly an FAS moment!
One of my favorite 'reminder' verses at times like this is: "I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him." (1 Samuel 1:27)
I'm not sure what the next moment will bring with this child but I know it will definitely bring a smile if not a laugh!
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