Later in the evening, my darling dearest was feeling a little silly himself and was driving me the tiniest bit batty. I have informed him, on MANY, MANY occasions, that I do not particularly enjoy being tickled. I go into defensive mode and cannot and should not be held responsible for any injuries received by the tickler. He’s probably had bruises. But he doesn’t learn. He seems to think it would be in MY (read: his) best interest for me to learn to like being tickled.
Well, dear sir, that is about as likely as me making the 2016 Olympic gymnastics team. I’m just saying.
Anyway, I complained a little about the fact that he was annoying me and he said, “Maybe you should act more like a one year old every now and then.”
Maybe I should. I think I probably take myself a little too seriously at times. It’s hard not to. I was brought up in a household where I was constantly subjected to criticism. ‘Jokes’ were often passive-aggressive mutterings about this and that. Sarcasm was the fuel my family ran on. So now, when someone (read: Dave) jokes that I never do anything around the house, the 12 year old in me wonders if some part of him believes that. And then my feelings are hurt.
And then there’s the teacher-part of me who isn’t sure how to be My Favorite Teacher to some kid. It’s a hard line to find and then walk- being just stern enough to earn their respect, but just fun enough to make them want to be in your class. It’s happened a few times for me, but only with kids who were already ‘good’ kids and who loved music. My job is hard because, since leaving Kuwait, I haven’t taught music or drama as an elective. So these poor middle and high school kids are forced to take my class, whether they have any interest in it or not. And that can make a person VERY aware of the eye-rolling and mutterings under the breath.
So yeah, I think I need to act more like a one year old. I’m not going to get naked and grab a tube of toothpaste, but I am going to look for the fun, for the FUNNY, for the silly in more things. And I’m going to laugh like my little Ladybug every now and again- as loud and long as possible, for no other reason than that I can.