Radar Built into Children

Scenario that prompted blog- Minor neck infraction brought on by standard Sunday night stress. Wife had touched my neck and I requested a neck massage (Very rare occurrence that I ask). Massage begins, one knead...lean in...two kneads...OK starting to find the spot...three kneads..."MOMMM"? Kneading stops...standard frustration ensues. "What"? Linda says..."Nevermind..." the response comes. I begin cackling uncontrollably, even the oldest finds the irony in the situation.

Parents have claimed radarlike abilities on their children; the ability to sense moods; to 'know' when something is wrong with their child. But I think the radar is reciprocal. Children have an uncanny ability to stop a serious conversation; ruin a mood; destroy the climax of a movie; come in just when they are being talked about; or arrive at just the moment a vulgarity leaves our mouths. They either KNOW when their interruption will be most destructive or they are just ALWAYS interrupting. I thing it's the latter, but that is just a way to ensure the former.

There was a great Baby Blues comic strip that illustrated the axiom that Linda and I have 5 minute conversations that last 12 hours. We have become experts at maintaining focus on a subject despite the verbal and physical battles that rage on around us. That is not really true, we can't focus on ANYTHING. "What was I doing?" is the single most asked question to ourselves. “I’ll talk to you later about it” is the top rated interpersonal phrase uttered. Only that, sure enough, as the conversation begins after we feel we are safe, inevitably a child will crawl out of the bedwork and present us with a hopefully sufficient enough conundrum to allow them to either stay up a little later...or win a position on the master bedroom’s floor.

We do have our defense mechanisms. Linda has this 'voice' that she has told me is her 'tuned out' voice. "MMMMmmm..." she says in mock interest as one of my sons drones on about a specific scenario in a video game. I found it amusing until she used it on ME once and didn't realize it until I pointed it out. It's a coping mechanism; it's the same way you have to filter out the 'noise' of all the information that surrounds everyone; you're in danger of missing good insider info though, but hey that's life. "MMMMMmmmm, the cat's stuck in a box of styrofoam peanuts? That's nice honey, go downstairs and play". As for my defenses, I only have a psychotic growl of “LEAVE ME ALONE” when my cup runneth over.

Meanwhile, the massages are that much more sweeter when they can be given. The conversations are more intense when we can have them. Although, whenever we get the time to have them, we always have this ‘twitch’ in anticipation of the incoming ‘whatever’ that we may get at any moment!