Karma

Dictionary.com defines karma as action, seen as bringing upon oneself inevitable results, good or bad, either in this life or in   reincarnation.

Thinking about this definition in relation to parenthood as my son complains to me at nearly every meal, "Ew, that looks gross. What's in it?" and "I'm not eating that." I know karma is very real. I remember for years saying these very things to my dad. Turns out my dad is a very good cook (which he passed on to me, thank you) and he loved me and made me super healthy meals, just as I do for my family. It's a shame we don't get the respect we deserve! 

At school, the kids make fun of him for his healthy lunches. Healthy as in, it doesn't contain Fritos and Chips A'hoy.  I tell him, ignore those kids, 'their parents don't love them as much as I love you. One day you will understand.' Occasionally, I will throw in a juice box (Organic, no added sugar of course), or a cookie (who doesn't eat Girl Scout cookies this time of year?), or a hot dog (no nitrates, real beef, no hormones) just to make him feel 'normal.'

I've spent the last two weeks teaching Gavin how to write and present his first research paper. Yes, first grade is when we start writing research papers now. It's a shame our country lags so far behind in education compared to other countries when we seem to be teaching them to a level far above what I learned in first grade. After 2 weeks of excruciating, pounding your head on the table homework time, we have a report on Colin Powell. Now to practice giving the report to a class. Gavin stands up to present his report to me. He looks at the poster board and proceeds to directly read it off of the paper while spinning around in circles and waving his arms like a crazy person. 

I decided to make him the teacher, and I would give the report as Gavin did. I give the same report spinning around being ridiculous and ask him, "How was that, was that something you think your teacher would appreciate?" 

He claps and claps and says, "Yes, that was great! Good job." 

What a smart ass. 

This kid! 

Again, the direct result of karma. I brought this on myself. As I reflect on this the day after the 'report' incident, I laugh and laugh. He is certainly my child. 

If you can't change your karma, I guess you have to laugh at it!