On the whole, I think you should write biographies of those you admire and respect, and novels about human beings who you think are sadly mistaken. ~Penelope Fitzgerald
Kyle has been giving major attitude and showing me disrespect. He’s been pushing boundaries and spreading his wings, thinking he should be a free range teenager. Nope. Some freedom is good, too much is just asking for trouble. In my previous post, I just broke the news to Kyle that I got him a math tutor, since he tanked in Algebra II on last year’s report card.
Now we’re onto Sunday, August 30th. He wasn’t too bad getting ready, but he did display his typical attitude, which I didn’t care for much, especially while walking into the Lord’s house. I’m trying with this kid, but he’s stepping over major lines.
Upon leaving church, Kyle seemed to be in good spirits. Believe it or not that always happens after attending mass, especially when the music picks up our souls and sores them to the ceiling of the basilica. Attending mass does lighten Kyle’s spirit, as it does mine. I blatantly see it. I’m pretty sure I witnessed a miracle.
Next stop, the tutor! Of course, our meeting place was closed, and every other public location in close proximity was packed with church goers. Wendy, the tutor had another meeting after ours and didn’t have time to waste. We did the formal introductions and she took time to get to know Kyle, and in turn Kyle became familiar with his new tutor. She asked a few questions about his current math class, and what he was having trouble in. Naturally, Kyle shrugged his shoulders, not offering up much information. I found it funny when Wendy said she loved Geometry, after Kyle stated that’s his current math class. His face showed it all, again! He knew he met his match and he had no one to blame but himself. She was wonderful though. She gave him instructions on what she expected from him and what he needed to bring for the next session, and what they’d be working on. Kyle nodded and shook her hand like an adult, another proud moment in my eyes. Others may not care, but to me, Kyle was showing Wendy respect and his foundation that I tried to instill in him from a young age was surfacing. I love that!
After our brief encounter, Kyle relaxed quite a bit. Perhaps he was stressed over the shock of a tutor, or dealing with a new teacher, or a change in his schedule. Kyle’s never been much for change. Whatever it was, it was nearly gone. Once we got back to my parent’s house, Kyle was seriously a good kid without most of his attitude. It was great! In fact, dad and I were heading up to Indiana to set up my tree stand for hunting and Kyle helped. He didn’t want to come with us, but he assisted me in loading the tree stand in the back of the truck. Giving him kudos where it’s deserved, Kyle was a really big help! He did the heavy lifting and it appeared that he wanted to show off how strong he’s become. He’s stretched out before my eyes and is turning into a young man. In the entire time after church, Kyle never complained, never argued, never drug his feet, nothing. He was a delight. Now my cynical side wanted to think he wanted to get rid of me, so he could play his video games in peace In all reality, I do believe Kyle wanted to be helpful. Either way, I appreciated his actions.
Before we left, I had Kyle give me a big hug, which he did without incidence. He almost seemed happy. While getting in the truck, I yelled for Kyle to come out of the house. “Kyle! Kyle! Come on, give me more love. I miss you and I need it to last.” I was motioning for him to give me another hug while I motioned. Kyle gave me a grin, and graciously came out, again, without argument or hesitation, to give me and dad another hug. While he was moving toward me, I chirped one of my famous, “Dare (There) he is! Dare he is!” Kyle couldn’t resist his Aunt Heather. I heard a chuckle fall out of his mouth. That simple situation of Kyle being nice and giving us heartfelt hugs, and me telling dad how helpful he was made Dad’s day! Mine too!
Great! We left Sunday on a high note, to only be faced with a very difficult version of my nephew a few days later, Tuesday, September 1st.
Let me set the stage. Kyle’s youth group emailed me, in addition to his entire group informing us that our new Bishop, the most Reverend Edward Malesic, J.C.L., the fifth Bishop of Greensburg, chose to give mass at Holy Family on Tuesday night. The entire youth group was to attend wearing their youth group t-shirts and sit as a group, meeting at 6:30 pm. Thinking in advance in Kyle’s best interest, I knew his t-shirt from last year definitely didn’t fit. I didn’t want him to be the only one without a youth group tee, so I reached out to one of the youth leaders and made arrangements to get a bigger size. Initially, I thought Kyle would enjoy hanging out with kids from his youth group, and thinking he’d be interested in going to mass out of sheer curiosity to see the new Bishop. In my heart, I knew it would be a grand mass that Kyle should experience, and one he might enjoy. Boy I was wrong.
Kyle texted me late, I mean around 11:30 pm on Monday asking “Why do I have to go tomorrow”. Naturally, I was sleeping and didn’t receive the text message until the next morning. He then texted me when I was on my way to pick him up around 3:00 pm on Tuesday. Again, asking “Do I have to go”. I didn’t respond to either text message, I was driving and I really don’t like texting and because I didn’t feel like listening to him whine. I also wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine and feel the sting of someone intentionally ignoring him, like he does me.
Granted, mass wasn’t until 7:00 pm, but I had things I needed to do and it was convenient for me to get him as soon as he got off the bus. Plus, it was a nice excuse to spend an evening with Kyle like we used to, when I took him to swimming lessons, piano lessons, and guitar lessons, after school over the years.
Calling him when I was nearly there to finalize plans, he actually answered! He started on me the minute he picked up the call with complaining and whining. I responded kindly that I was almost there. Kyle gave me an attitude stating he was still on the bus and he had a lot of homework to do. He was already out of control. Seriously. Did I care? Nope! He was going to listen and that was that.
I pulled into the driveway and waited for the teenage attitude to arrive. Little did I know, the worst was on its way.
To Be Continued…