Haley Anne is home now. She is tough, but it’s really been a rough two weeks (although it feels like an eternity – especially for Joanne whom took the brunt on the parenting side). The test results came back in our collective favor. So, now the focus is getting back on her feet.
My best contribution was the attempt at keeping Emma Jo on pace.
In my prior post I had mentioned that Emma Jo wanted to skip school to be with “sissy” at the hospital. My dear friend Chip Brackley had asked a question as to how that played-out (his own family is currently expecting daughter number three – that lucky basterd).
Daddy and Emma Jo had a long talk (for an eight year old anyway) about how important it is to stay focused on school work so Mommy would not worry (and, of course being responsible, as well).
I don’t think she was impressed.
Then, of course, it was revealed that the underlying agenda was the hospital gift shop and it’s wide assortment of stuffed animals. This then led to bargaining that resulted in leveraging a good grade in social studies for a stuffed giraffe. Being the genius Emma Jo is she pulled-off a hat-trick (in Daddy’s eyes) with a solid grade, a visit to see sissy, and a trip to the gift shop (but, it was a large stuffed yellow lab to match her black at home).
I am, clearly, so much better at guiding world leaders how to run their business than I am at holding my beautiful daughters to the rule.
This might not make a lot of sense, at the moment, but I’m thinking about my Dad and how he would have both valued and treated his Grandaughters. They would not have been spoiled so much as simply and thoroughly relished. Dad would have slept at Haley Anne’s feet at the hospital. I wish everyone could have known that fellow. Anyone that did was always the better man for it. That said, Dad’s legacy has me, always, more than willing to drop a rule in favor of a happy smile.
Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.
Brian Patrick Cork