sugar, cabbages and rabbit tales

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It’s just after midnight, and I have tried sleeping, but I think I have ingested too much sugar this Easter and now it won’t let me brain rest. So, now it is Easter Monday and here I am, sitting in my bed, probably talking to myself.

I have probably told you this a long time ago, but I was actually born on an Easter Monday, and every decade or so I celebrate a birthday on an Easter Monday again (but not this year). My mother always said the Easter Bunny brought me and they found me under a cabbage leaf in the vegetable garden. I don’t know if my mother ever read Peter Rabbit, but I sense some appropriation in her tale!. I have to admit, I fell for the story for many years, and loved it even when I knew it was the birds and bees who brought babies and not rabbits.

We had a delightful day with my sister and her daughter’s family, at sister’s home. Petite Fille and her parents were with us as well. Petite Fille is not allowed sugar but was permitted a few “treats” today. She was amazed, and even enjoyed an ice cream cone. She kept saying she was hungry, but she only wanted a treat. Grandma made sure she got her treat – it is Easter after all and if a Grandmother can’t conspire with a granddaughter, well, what is the use of being a grandparent? Her Daddy was in a state of anxiety at the sugar dose, but her mother turned a blind eye. She knows a child has to join in and not be restricted all the time. Easter over, and back to her healthy diet. Grandma will behave too!

Thinking back, I think the last time we had a large extended family Easter was the year my mother became ill and sadly had to be placed in care. If does make it a little sad to gather when we all sense the absence of family.

My sister has a large photograph os her husband BIL who died a couple of years ago, and sitting at her dining teacher, he looked down upon us. I kept thinking, damn you should be here too – and my dear Dad, as well as poor old Mum, who lives in her confused world of dementia. The cycle of life indeed.

I wrote about 1200 words of my story yesterday, but now I think I will delete a chunk of it – too pedestrian. I don’t view it as a waste, as it helped me to develop a couple of characters, and I am forming an idea on how to make the story more edgy, so all has been worthwhile. It’s a process, as is everything creative. Well, life is in general, isn’t it – a process?

The sugar doesn’t appear to have worn off, as yet, so I foresee a sleep in on my horizon, if the dog and our granddaughter allow it.

Maybe a cup of tea in the meantime?

tea too

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6 thoughts on “sugar, cabbages and rabbit tales

  1. You’re going to have to teach me how to slip a treat to a grandchild when her parents are against giving her any sort of sugar at all. My daughter refuses to allow my grandson any sweets, even on special occasions. He got cake on his birthday, but she wouldn’t allow him to eat any of the candy he got on Halloween. (It’s a “social exercise” for him; the candy is besides the point.) I don’t want to defy my daughter’s wishes—my mother did it all the time and would tell my children, “Your mommy is mean!” But aren’t holidays about special treats, underscore the ‘special?’

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    • Over the years I have witnessed a number of children denied all treats and sadly when faced with situations when no parental policing they have not been able enact self control and make themselves ill. I argue that they have to learn decision making and discipline. We only give tiny treats and find that as she views it as a special occasion she doesn’t ask for it at other times – and food is not used as a reward or a comfort which I feel causes the rel issues.

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      • I agree thoroughly with this. I see a number of college students, out on their own for the first time without parents to tell them what to do; too often the first thing they do is drink and party themselves sick. When the parents are finally called after son or daughter has been hospitalized for alcohol poisoning or performing some asinine fraternity trick, they are often shocked: “S/he was never like that at home! It must be the college’s fault!” In fact, it’s because their children, now young adults, never had to make a decision for themselves or never felt the consequences of a bad choice. I’m not saying children should be allowed a glass of wine at the dinner table, but teach them how to take responsibility for their own lives. It’s much harder than helicopter parenting, believe me. Standing back and watching your young woman take off for three years in a foreign country, knowing you prepared her for that moment, requires steel nerves.

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  2. Ha, not allowing child treats. I wouldn’t survive in that world. When my daughter was a kid, she used to hate chocolates (gasp!) and I would try to sneak it to her unawares. Now as teenage approaches, she is a chocoholic, and mommy is thrilled because she can have the chocolates and share it too ! Perhaps the kid would curse me as she fights the middle age fat later on, but hopefully I will be out of the picture by then.
    Candy…neh…both of us are not keen on candy, but when the mood strikes, we are not averse to buckling.

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