I never liked the term “tween years.” I know that kids are between the little kid ages and the teen years and the parents are between a rock and hard place, but the word seems so corny to me. As if corny is a much better word, but you get my drift. Really there is a perfectly good word to describe the tween years and that’s called puberty.
But I have a bigger issue on my hands. When your child is a tween they are also in between taking children’s Advil and adult Advil.
Maybe it’s a boy/girl thing, I don’t know, but when my son made his first attempt at swallowing adult Advil, it took a few tries, some hiding it in apple sauce, but eventually he managed and viola we’ve moved to the next stage in life.
My daughter was a little different. Of course, she announces at 10:15 pm that she has a doozy of a headache. Now, I’m an expert at headaches and know that if her head hurt that badly it was hurting enough at a decent hour that she could have told us and maybe we could have run out to get the chewable Advil tablets. But no, that would be too easy and no, I wasn’t running to the CVS to get chewables when there is a perfectly full bottle of regular Advil in the cabinet.
She didn’t like this idea of swallowing the tiny, orange pill and began to cry. Real tears. Actually, I couldn’t believe it myself and had to bite my cheek not to laugh. I mean, really?
Had she begun crying at say, 8:15 pm instead of 10:15pm, Husband and my reactions may have been, it’s okay you can do it. Instead we were more like, stop the crying and swallow the pill. And of course, “you can do it.”
She spit the first pill out. She tried again. After about a gallon of water, okay, not quite a gallon but a camel would have been satisfied, her eyes bulged from her head and voila, the task was complete. It was almost midnight. Just kidding. It really was only fifteen minutes later, but it felt like midnight. I’m not sure who was more surprised that she got the thing down, her or us. Hugs were given all around and she went back to bed.
What monumental obstacle is next in the tween years? It will probably be different for the boy and the girl. I hope I’m ready when it happens. At least I’ll be able to swallow the Advil.