Lisa Hood

 K is seventeen!  I can hardly believe it. The time I’ve spent with her has been a lifetime and a blink.  I can’t remember my life before her and yet it was only yesterday she was a baby.  I long for those moments when she was sparkling new, full of curiosity and wide blue eyed wonder.  The world hasn’t been particularly kind to her in her 17 years, though I don’t think it’s been all bad.  She tends to wallow in the role of victim and I don’t think she really knows what it means to be a victim. Plenty of kids have it worse, but plenty have it better too.  I wish I could ease her pain, but I have to accept that she’s on her own journey.  She’s a good kid, wise and well intentioned, but she still has a lot of growing up to do.  

We had our usual birthday date; lunch and a movie, with a quick trip to the mall.  It was a good day. We went to Claim Jumpers and then saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall.  T (God love the kid) reminded me that K was old enough to see rated R movies now.  It was just so so. I was expecting much better based on the buzz.  Plus I really liked Knocked Up and 40 year old Virgin.  I bought Super Bad and told T I had to watch it before I’d let her.  She swears she’s the only kid who hasn’t seen it and her cool factor is in serious jeopardy.  

Saturday was low key and Sunday we went to Jesse’s for a cook out and to celebrate K’s bday. Yesterday, her actual bday, was a bummer.  A and I have been fighting for 2 days, since Sunday am. It was just the most insignificant thing too, but obviously we’re both harboring a lot of resentment or it wouldn’t still be going on 2 days later.  I hate fighting with him because it’s a silent treatment for days or weeks and I never feel like we resolve anything.   I especially hate that it ruined K’s bday yesterday.  She didn’t seem too bothered though. I think she got all her partying out over the weekend, so her actual bday was old news.