Jackie was getting her hair done this evening and I had the kids. The boys had been to bed for awhile and it was time for the girls to hit the hay. After our nightly “flush and brush” routine, they laid in bed for a couple of minutes, then Jada got up (as she always does) to get some tissues. She got them and was piddling around when I told her she needed to get to bed. About that time, she burst into tears.
It took a few minutes to get the problem out of her because of the sobbing. When I finally got the full story, I thought it was funny. She however, wasn’t so amused. She was so upset because she was evidently mean on 11/11/11 11:11 when the other three had been playing and she had been mean (all day according to her story). She said her Mom told her she’d always remember this because she was being mean on a special day.
I tried getting her to laugh it off, and to understand that 11/11/11 was really 11/11/2011, meaning, it really wasn’t all 1′s, so it really wasn’t that special. I also explained to her that the real 11/11/11 was long…LONG ago since both the creation of the earth, and the big bang happened much sooner than 1/1/0001. She didn’t buy it. To her, 11/11/11 was a special day, and she had blown it. She said there wouldn’t be another one for 100 years. I said what about 12/12/12? She said that wasn’t the same, they weren’t all 1′s or 2′s.
Finally, I explained that this just wasn’t that important, and before long, she’d forget all about it. I said “You’ll remember days when you lose loved ones, or close friends. But being mean on 11/11/11? You’ll forget about that before too long.”. Both girls seemed interested in hearing more, so I told them more.
I spent the next 15 minutes or so talking about two close friends that had passed away, the last things that had happened, or they had said, and how I remember them. I also talked a little about my Dad and how his last night was. By the time I was done, poor Lana had tears running down her face. It was still a good talk, and I think they got something out of it. It was nice to see that they do have some compassion given how much they fight with one another.
I’ll check on her in a few minutes…we always do. Hopefully, she’ll be sound asleep thinking about what Santa will be bringing in a few weeks. I love those little babies (she’s 9), and I want to keep them under my watchful eyes for as long as I can…even if they’re mean on a special day.





