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Craving Attention

By on February 17, 2016 in Uncategorized with No Comments

Sometimes stories take on a life of their own and go in a direction that is, well, a little out there. This story uses creative license in the conversations between me and my grandkids. I hope you enjoy it.

I think kids crave attention. It’s important to them and it’s their way of standing out.

But, I think I may crave attention, too.

When I asked Edie about this, she said, “No I don’t think so.”

I instantly felt better, because having a chronic condition, which by the way is called ‘you may crave attention’ – YMCA for short, is no laughing matter.

She said, it’s better described if you remove three words, ‘think I may’, then you nailed it.

Well my ego balloon just didn’t let some air out, the darn thing had a word pin stuck into it and exploded.

I said, “Really? I’m speechless.”

Edie smiled and said, “And why is that not a good thing for those around you?”

This conversation was not going the way I’d planned.

So I thought I would ask my grandkids. You know, use them sort of like a focus group.

I got them all together (all six of them) in my mind and threw out the first question: “Do you guys think I crave attention?”

Well that was my first mistake. You see, four of my grandkids are female. Lila (2 months old) started crying, clearly offended but not yet able to express it, Paige (2 years old) looked at me as if I had just stepped in a pile of poop and walked into the room, the five year old just shook her head, and Molly (7 years old) said, “See Grandpa, by making such a gender insensitive comment, you seem to be craving attention. And, as you can see, you are certainly getting it.” The two males were smart enough to just watch me squirm.

OK, so maybe a focus group wasn’t a good idea.

I tried another approach. I asked Edie, “Perhaps I should see a physician and ask about what I can do if I suffer from YMCA. I think I saw an ad on TV the other day about YMCA, and if I thought I had it I should ask my doctor. They said there’s a pill for it”

She said with an absolutely deadpan expression, “Yes, pill describes it well. I’ll get you the name of Molly and Brayden’s doc.”

“But she’s a pediatrician.”

“Of course she is. Who else would handle this behavior? Certainly not your doctor.”

So I went back to one of my grandkids, and asked, “Brayden (3 years old), do you crave attention?”

“Of course I do Grandpa, and you do too by the way.”

Ignoring the last part of that statement I said, “And how does it work for you?”

“Well to be completely honest with you Grandpa, sometimes not well”. He continued, “When you act silly, does Grandma put you on the naughty step?”


“You’re lucky, but my guess is if you keep it up you’ll find yourself there.”

How times have changed. When I was growing up, if you behaved poorly or said the wrong thing, you ended up in the ‘dog house’. I guess, over time, and to be politically correct, the reference to the ‘dog house’ was being disingenuous to dogs.

I understand that there is a filter between your brain and your mouth that, when working properly, filters out asking silly questions.

When I mentioned this to Brayden he said, “Well Grandpa, I think it’s time to change the filter.”

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