Monday, October 24, 2011

I’m a wuss

Over the past couple of days I’ve failed at a several manly challenges in which I’m not to proud to admit. First challenge centered around reading the classic novel “Where the Red Fern Grows” to Ringo. The book is one of my favorites but I knew I was going to have trouble at the end reading out loud without blubbering and wailing.

Sure enough, it took me an hour and a half to read the final ten pages of the book. Ringo sat there and quite patiently made funny faces and I snorted and bawled while trying to choke out the events line by line.

Secondly, we had a children’s presentation at our church and Ringo and Molly both had parts to present. Just as Ringo was giving his talk I started to well up with tears. Elvis and Shorty came to show support and I looked over at Elvis to gain strength and there he was crying like a baby as well. At least now you know where I get the water works from.

Lastly, today as an old friend from high school posted a question on Facebook, I found myself responding to her inquiry as to what to do with spaghetti squash. I thought how feminine it was for me to be giving pointers on the finer art of cooking squash. It’s one thing to be swapping recipes with my sisters but it’s an entirely new level to be gabbing about baking squash with butter and brown sugar.

So there you have it. I’m a officially a wuss.

2 comments:

  1. Dear Wuss, I am a girl, so crying isn't quite the taboo for me as it is for your. However...as a primary school teacher, reading novels to various year levels, I experienced exactly the same thing....you only had Ringo sitting there...try 25 kids. I would warn them what would happen and they were very patient. :-)

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  2. You are much braver than I. There is no way I'd attempt reading certain books out loud with such an audience.

    I remember last year reading Bridge to Terabithia while I was on a business trip. I like to try to read books before actually reading outloud to the kids if I'm not sure the book is age appropriate. Anyways, I was sitting in an airport bawling my eyes out while my fellow passengers kept sneaking glances of the mess they were sitting next to.

    Definetely not a book on my to read outloud list. Great book but I'm too big of a wuss for that.

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