Our son was three at the time and our pediatrician, the dentist and friends had commented on the pacifier at one time or another. We had been lazy in having him give it up and he only used it at night and nap time.
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One evening, I snuck upstairs and cut the tip off his pacifier. I decided I would give him the old "Well, look there. It was so old it just broke off" story. He would grieve the loss and we would have a night of sleepless night and then move on from there.
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Well, I forgot one important detail. I really did mean to talk to my wife before I did it but I just forgot. I saw the pacifier, cut the tip and wen about my business. My wife came home a few hours later as I was heading out to meet a friend for coffee.
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Ten minutes into my conversation at the coffee house, my cell phone rang and it was my wife.
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"Hey, sweetheart. What's up; ?" I said cheerfully.
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"Your son, THAT'S WHAT'S UP! He is upstairs screaming in his bed, crying for his pacifier"
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My stomach sank.
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"What were you thinking?"
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I didn't have time to answer because that question was followed by another and another and another.
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"Were you thinking at all when you did that? Did it cross your mind to discuss it with me first? At any moment, did you stop to consider that you would be leaving town and leaving me with a crying and screaming toddler who likely won't nap in the day or sleep throughout the night for countless days? (I had also managed to forget that I was leaving on a work trip two days later.)
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I tried to respond. I really did but she just kept asking more questions and each question had this incredible energy behind it.
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"And why now? Why did you choose today of all days? What possessed you to do this on this particular day without having talked to me first?"
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I extracted the above story from the book "yup" "nope" "maybe" (A woman's guide to getting more out of the language of men). I find the book pretty interesting. It doesn't cite theories after theories. Instead, it cited very real-life examples and situations, situations which are likely to happen in a couple's life. Haha. At least I find some familiarity in my life. According to the book, the above example illustrate how a woman gets to the place of asking "what the heck is he thinking?" Her next question may be "Was he thinking at all?" The sum of it all is this: Women have always had questions about men. Women will always have questions about men. Basically, I agree with the book. I find a strong sense of familiarity when Val was younger and when I was struggling (still struggling) to keep up with the new addition in our life. Sometimes, I just feel so vexed over the smallest things Hong did and I always wonder 'Did he even think when he was intending to do it?' Haha. The book makes me realise I am probably not the only woman who goes berserk over the smallest thing. Haha. I am normal!!!
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I love this book. I will quote more stuff which I can easily relate to when I am in the mood again.
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One evening, I snuck upstairs and cut the tip off his pacifier. I decided I would give him the old "Well, look there. It was so old it just broke off" story. He would grieve the loss and we would have a night of sleepless night and then move on from there.
.
Well, I forgot one important detail. I really did mean to talk to my wife before I did it but I just forgot. I saw the pacifier, cut the tip and wen about my business. My wife came home a few hours later as I was heading out to meet a friend for coffee.
.
Ten minutes into my conversation at the coffee house, my cell phone rang and it was my wife.
.
"Hey, sweetheart. What's up; ?" I said cheerfully.
.
"Your son, THAT'S WHAT'S UP! He is upstairs screaming in his bed, crying for his pacifier"
.
My stomach sank.
.
"What were you thinking?"
.
I didn't have time to answer because that question was followed by another and another and another.
.
"Were you thinking at all when you did that? Did it cross your mind to discuss it with me first? At any moment, did you stop to consider that you would be leaving town and leaving me with a crying and screaming toddler who likely won't nap in the day or sleep throughout the night for countless days? (I had also managed to forget that I was leaving on a work trip two days later.)
.
I tried to respond. I really did but she just kept asking more questions and each question had this incredible energy behind it.
.
"And why now? Why did you choose today of all days? What possessed you to do this on this particular day without having talked to me first?"
.
I extracted the above story from the book "yup" "nope" "maybe" (A woman's guide to getting more out of the language of men). I find the book pretty interesting. It doesn't cite theories after theories. Instead, it cited very real-life examples and situations, situations which are likely to happen in a couple's life. Haha. At least I find some familiarity in my life. According to the book, the above example illustrate how a woman gets to the place of asking "what the heck is he thinking?" Her next question may be "Was he thinking at all?" The sum of it all is this: Women have always had questions about men. Women will always have questions about men. Basically, I agree with the book. I find a strong sense of familiarity when Val was younger and when I was struggling (still struggling) to keep up with the new addition in our life. Sometimes, I just feel so vexed over the smallest things Hong did and I always wonder 'Did he even think when he was intending to do it?' Haha. The book makes me realise I am probably not the only woman who goes berserk over the smallest thing. Haha. I am normal!!!
.
I love this book. I will quote more stuff which I can easily relate to when I am in the mood again.
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