Going back over the years, one thing I have learned is that it’s best to be prepared and be ready-it’s easier to adjust plans than to be caught in a moment and not be ready. For better or worse, the girls have come to expect it from me (as I have too) and it’s perceptibly uncomfortable when it doesn’t happen.
Twice this week, the elements of planning and being ready has come up. In once instance involving 11.5 its a wait and see. In the other case involving 9.0 we’re ready to go ahead.
In case you have not noticed (I have seen it), it’s Science Fair season. Time for the tri-fold board. Time for some pictures glued to the board. Time for some Power-Point printed out. A sure sign that winter is dove tailing to spring.
Now, in our house for science fair, I do not accept the clean penny, which laundry detergent is better or powering up a small city from a potato. If the girls can’t build a Peter Brady-esque volcano, then their science fair project will have to mean something to them. After a few weeks of asking, I think 9.0 has a good one and more importantly it’s one she is looking forward to doing. More on the science fair project in the weeks to come.
For 11.5, there was a brush with another sure sign of adolescence setting in-but alas, it was a false alarm.
It started when I walked in the door from work last Monday and was greeted with, “Dad, my stomach has cramps.” With 9,0 listening in, I downplayed it, with the feeling that I knew where this conversation was going. Since 9.0 is not there yet, I figured this would be a better one to keep on the DL, so we went with a generic story until I could talk with her.
As best a guy can do, I have prepared 11.5 for this eventuality. She knows where the tools are. She knows what to expect and she knows who she can talk to and how to let me know what is going on. This week it was a false alarm, but a good run through to make sure all the pieces are in places.
Ready or not, tomorrow will be a new day. All I can do is be ready I suppose.
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