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Oxymorons

Write a book on intuition. Some of us have it, some don’t. Reading about it will not help.

Have a dinner party and know exactly how, when and where to seat your guests and what to cook for them. Know how to steer the conversation when it goes to politics or religion and you want to get back to the shallow end of the pool before a guest or two drowns.

Should all the women of the world gang up and write a book on intuition? If we did, men would never read it. Certainly they would not understand it. Oh, I love gay men. They get it, and decorate and cook and talk to people like me.

I think this is one of the first things parents can pass along to their babies. Mommy and Daddy love you and we look for any sign of a need for food, nap or diaper change (Daddy usually disappears to the garage when that happens). You, kiddo, need to do the same. It’s OK to cry. Watch people. Know what they’ll do before they do or say it. Be one step ahead.

Read people. Anticipate. Act. If a friend comes over to my home crying I know something is wrong, offer tea or a glass of wine and whatever is wrong will come out and then we can make a plan to deal with it and I’ll have your back.

That’s the female world. I’ve worked with guys all my life and most are in love with their wives and nuts about their kids. They just can’t show it. This dichotomy must stop. My dad went out to play softball or touch football with ALL the kids in the neighborhood every summer evening after dinner. That was his rule. If the girls and little kids can’t play, I won’t play. We were tossing a softball to a three year-old  from several feet away and she ran to first base.

One thing I can say about my old man (yes, he’s old) is that he always had intuition. I do not believe that can be taught. We can talk about nature and nurture in another session. Thanks for reading! Less than 40 left. What do you think my next blog should be about? Don’t say start tweeting. Dee

But a book about intuition? That’s an oxymoron. Dee

Home Care or Daycare

I’ve been involved in a debate today on this. I’m not a mother. I have one husband and one old dog. Zoe, you know her already.

One person blogged that he/she is too introverted to take care of her child so is taking him/her to daycare. I argued… first let’s call her “she” because she appears to be a mother, and flip a coin and call the kid “he” just because it’s easier.

She’s a scientist and refuses to learn to teach her child how to emotionally deal with future beatings and disrespect he will endure in grade school because the kid is smart.

I got A’s. I never studied. I just did it. But I’m a girl so I never told anyone my grades. I probably got a few B’s just to fit in.

Due to my background I do believe that the first five years are essential in development of character that will determine a child’s life. I also believe that a child’s parents should model behavior, like not talking on the cell phone while driving, and cooking healthy meals.

I would love to be a mother, and know my husband would be a great dad but we have not been blessed and that’s the way it goes. We’ve raised a dog for nearly ten years so I must tell you this.

As a volunteer for animals for over 20 years I asked potential adopters if they had time to potty train, obedience train and spend time and effort with a good diet and exercise. Some said, it’s just a dog. I said “no.” Crating 12 hours a day with no dog walker, no. And as Dr. Dog says, a backyard dog is a dog without a home.

I think it’s about time to re-evaluate the workplace of conservatives who want to make money and breed more conservatives. If you have a child you’re out of the running for partnership, probably even if you take the prescribed six weeks maternity leave. As a husband, don’t even think of taking paternity leave unless you want no job when you return.

Our species depends upon reproduction so why is the workplace so horrified of it? Our nation’s laws and interpretation of these laws are so convoluted and inane that they can’t decide what to do with mothers, illegal immigrants or people who make minimum wage and can’t get by.

If I had a child and we had enough money, I would stay home with that child for five years and send him to kindergarten and work part-time, then first grade and work full-time with a nanny. Most parents don’t get to do that and this fight about parents vs. daycare is just not right.

My husband, a genius, was never broken, given many opportunities to succeed by my dearest in-laws and grandparents. Being with me has grown him intellectually in artistic and culinary matters and expanded his societal strengths. OK, he now asks me what kind of cheese is on his grilled cheese sandwich and is that a four- or five-year cheddar? His parents don’t regret the change because he’s happy and I cook with his mom for several days every Thanksgiving to feed 60!

People need to make their own decisions, but not trying to get an introvert out of his shell may induce him to only live on individually-wrapped string cheese leaving wrappers from the frig to the computer. Yes, that’s when I met my future husband in his man cave. There was also a 72 oz. Dr. Pepper in the frig and one lasagne his mom left him in the freezer. Now he says I make up a new recipe and by the third time it’s great, as long as it doesn’t have eggplant in it. Cook! Dee