Sunny, my Senegal parrot, was wanting out of his cage the other day & even tricked me into thinking his foot was stuck in his toy. It was all a clever act to get me to hurry over. Senegal's are very smart and playful and also moody. After love biting on my ear a tad firmly and kissing my lip he moved about on my arm and shoulders. I guided him away from the keyboard since he's decided it is more fun to pull the keys out than to just sit or hop about on it. Being back on my shoulder he then pooped all over me and flew off. Normally he does me the courtesy of reversing that process, but no, not this time.
Sadly, I came to the accurate realization, at least from my point of view, that what just happened was just like my teen-agers' behavior lately 'give me sh*t then take off'. At least I'm able to laugh about it. Sadly, a small parrot is easier to capture and cage than a Wiley teenage boy or girl. So be it.
After my physical therapy appointment Monday, my first for bursitis in my hip, I decided to treat myself (and others at home) with Thai food for lunch. After all, the restaurant is nearby and it was past lunch time. I placed a to-go order and went a couple doors down to a Christian book and gift store. I picked up a few more quaint inspirationals to sprinkle across my kitchen table, had a lovely conversation with the lady at the counter, picked up my lunch order and came home to my family. There were inspirations about being kind, love thy enemy and forgiveness etc. at the store. It spoke to me about going ahead and being kind and forgiving to my teenage son who had wronged me. I will stick firm to the consequences I've put in place for his actions but I will not be vindictive. I also made another attempt to reach out to my teen daughter. Why doesn't God send teenage how-to manuals floating down from Heaven for us parents? I guess it wouldn't be as fun of a show for Him if He did. I keep expecting to see "eternally fresh" popcorn and a lifetime's channel movie ticket stub fall accidentally from the sky.
If I have to ask for an apology it obviously isn't going to be a genuine one, so it's a moot point. "Moot-point" my mind wanders to single pronged antlers on an elk, suddenly sprouting into a full rack. Yes, life is full of moot-points, I guess i need to take better care to recognize them. I wonder what a photograph would look like of an elk sporting "moot-points-antlers" if we could visibly see all the things past in our life that we made a big issue of which in reality were trivial minutia? It would be quite an eye-opener. Now, if we use that eye-opening vision to look forward, now there's the trick of it all.
Be Blessed Dear Readers, be wide-eyed with a spotter's guide and binoculars, watch out for teenage chaos, moot points and elk themselves. Remember focus forward only occasionally glancing back. Be well.
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