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So, last night, still being good and taking a break from cleaning like Blu had ordered (never disobey her, when she gives an order there is always a very good reason, and like me it's during those times you really need to listen) I was stretched out on the bed, chatting with my daughter. She finally felt comfortable enough to tell me other things that someone in particular had done to her when no one was looking.
That bad guest of Adam's from while I was over at Big Valley (and I have discovered she had been over before she had been allowed to stay in this house) is in even more trouble with me, and I found on the machine a message from her dated Dec 31 trying to get in touch with Adam (to talk about a couple things. He doesn't want to talk to her). I now have that person's cell phone number (may she never call again). If she calls while I am here... it's on. Like I suspected from how Athena was acting just admitting she'd been slapped, it was actually more than just one incident and more than just that. Of course, I called Adam in from cooking dinner (he was attempting to cook a dish similar to a meat dish I often make) because I wanted her to tell him what she told me.
Sidetrack: Yes, he is learning to cook. His cooking abilities have expanded since I moved away.
Not a happy Adam. Very angry Adam (not at Athena) and we are still floored that she was afraid to tell us earlier all the things done to her, much more that she was afraid to tell Adam right after it had happened. Aye, aye, aye... And pressing charges actually wouldn't do any good as it would not correct her behavior. Just stay the heck away from my little girl, thank you, I'm going to believe her over any cockamamey story you could come up with.
After this, she spied on my bed the textbook I have on Introductory Spanish, that my father had saved from his college days and given to me after I graduated High School. I had seen it on the shelf while cleaning up the dining area (yes, the library at this house extends over to that section/room) and taken it in during my break intending to go through the lessons and refresh my vocab (instead, I got distracted with my copy of "Grimm's Grimmest Fairytales"). Like most textbooks one intends to keep forever and ever, he had written his name on it, right on the edges of the pages... Seeing his name she read it, and then started bawling and talking about how much she missed her grandpa.
What can any mother do but bring her baby close and hold her tight while listening? Apparently lots of people tell her not to cry, but bottling it up only makes it worse. She couldn't understand why I didn't tell her to stop (and how I can cry without making any noise when she looked up and saw my own tears for both her and my dad). I asked her to tell me all about how she was feeling, as it helped me when it was my grandpa.
It took an hour of tears (and her dinner going cold) till she was done... and her brother not wanting to eat what the rest of us were having only set her off harder, as she was really proud of her dad's new cooking achievement. The question of "Why did Grandpa have to go? Why did Grandpa have to die?" came up repeatedly.
I have no answer for this other than it was his time, his body was worn out, he hurt so much... and a reminder that all things move in cycles, ending and beginning again...
That bad guest of Adam's from while I was over at Big Valley (and I have discovered she had been over before she had been allowed to stay in this house) is in even more trouble with me, and I found on the machine a message from her dated Dec 31 trying to get in touch with Adam (to talk about a couple things. He doesn't want to talk to her). I now have that person's cell phone number (may she never call again). If she calls while I am here... it's on. Like I suspected from how Athena was acting just admitting she'd been slapped, it was actually more than just one incident and more than just that. Of course, I called Adam in from cooking dinner (he was attempting to cook a dish similar to a meat dish I often make) because I wanted her to tell him what she told me.
Sidetrack: Yes, he is learning to cook. His cooking abilities have expanded since I moved away.
Not a happy Adam. Very angry Adam (not at Athena) and we are still floored that she was afraid to tell us earlier all the things done to her, much more that she was afraid to tell Adam right after it had happened. Aye, aye, aye... And pressing charges actually wouldn't do any good as it would not correct her behavior. Just stay the heck away from my little girl, thank you, I'm going to believe her over any cockamamey story you could come up with.
After this, she spied on my bed the textbook I have on Introductory Spanish, that my father had saved from his college days and given to me after I graduated High School. I had seen it on the shelf while cleaning up the dining area (yes, the library at this house extends over to that section/room) and taken it in during my break intending to go through the lessons and refresh my vocab (instead, I got distracted with my copy of "Grimm's Grimmest Fairytales"). Like most textbooks one intends to keep forever and ever, he had written his name on it, right on the edges of the pages... Seeing his name she read it, and then started bawling and talking about how much she missed her grandpa.
What can any mother do but bring her baby close and hold her tight while listening? Apparently lots of people tell her not to cry, but bottling it up only makes it worse. She couldn't understand why I didn't tell her to stop (and how I can cry without making any noise when she looked up and saw my own tears for both her and my dad). I asked her to tell me all about how she was feeling, as it helped me when it was my grandpa.
It took an hour of tears (and her dinner going cold) till she was done... and her brother not wanting to eat what the rest of us were having only set her off harder, as she was really proud of her dad's new cooking achievement. The question of "Why did Grandpa have to go? Why did Grandpa have to die?" came up repeatedly.
I have no answer for this other than it was his time, his body was worn out, he hurt so much... and a reminder that all things move in cycles, ending and beginning again...