One of WINK's new TSS's (let's just say that is how to make TSS plural) is over the house today. Right now, in fact. My first impression upon meeting her was that she looks like an adolescent milk-maid. She's extremely soft-spoken and so laid back I half expected her to sit on the couch in full lotus position. I asked her how she thought this first meeting should go. Did she want to talk to me and DAD about our concerns since she had not yet spoken to WINK and SMILE's new BSC (strike one, by the way)?
"No, that's alright," she said. "I think I'll just observe WINK without trying to guide him to one activity or another."
"Okay, sure," I enthusiastically replied. I want to be agreeable. I'm going to try really hard to be agreeable, anyway. I'm a very laid back person. I am, really. But when it comes to the professionals in my boys' lives, I'm a bit...opinionated...because "good enough" isn't an option.
Tick tock, tick tock. Tick... tock. Okay, really? WINK has been drawing on his magna-doodle for the past 15 minutes with his TSS meekly smiling beside him. I can do that, Princess! Interact with him, see what he does. See if he gets anxious, stuck on a decision, fixed on rules. TAKE NOTES!!!
"Umm...excuse me. I'm a type A personality," I say, hoping my apologetic smile hides what I'm thinking. "Would you like me to facilitate a game between you and WINK?" I'm pretty sure there was a moment where her eyes locked on mine. But then again, I'd swear there were tumbleweeds blowing through my living room, too, so maybe my perspective is skewed. She reiterated that she would like to spend this time just observing but that, if I thought it was best, a game would be fine. DAD asked WINK if he wanted to play a game and he jumped at the opportunity. Seriously, we are now a very literal family, he jumped at the chance.
Satisfied, I graciously took my leave and came upstairs to write this. I should get back down there soon so I can catch the last half hour or so and, hopefully, steal a few minutes to discuss her thoughts. I better see notes!
But, the real test is WINK. If he likes her and starts to connect with her, I'll welcome her into my home gladly.
What happened next? What happened next? (GREAT way to end a blog - with your readers begging for more!)
ReplyDeleteHa ha! I went downstairs and they were playing laser tag. Of course, WINK was standing three inches away from his TSS and just firing his "gun" at her sensor (the rules of the game are sort of lost on him). WINK had a good time but there were no notes, which ruffles my controlling feathers. But we'll see.
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