When I was a kid I had this nervous habit of blinking my eyes really hard.
I have no idea why I used to do this but I do know that my parents did everything they could think of to get me to stop.
- They reasoned with me.
- They cajoled me.
- They tried to bribe me.
- They ignored me.
- They made fun of me.
Nothing worked. Until one fine day, I stopped blinking really hard. I don’t know why I stopped but my parents were thrilled. Or they were for a minute at least, before I started another annoying habit.
And my annoying habits? They continue to this day. Because let’s face it, I’m still not exactly OCD-free.
These days, however, I’m actually a bit concerned that Maya is showing a few of my crazy tendencies. I mean, a part of me is proud of Maya for using a squeegee to obsessively wipe down every inch of the shower doors to prevent mold. And who wouldn’t love a child that uses her elbow to push the Crosswalk button?
But I’m fairly certain Dr. Phil would not approve of this behavior in a 7-year-old. Truthfully, I have more than a little bit of fear that Maya is turning into….me.
And being the kind of person who stockpiles antibacterial wipes is no way to live.
Desperate times call for desperate measure, so I tried my parent’s 5 prong approach to combat the problem. But aside from a giggle at the statement, “Just because Mama is crazy doesn’t mean you have to be crazy too,” and a now broken Slinky from the Target $1 section, I think it’s safe to say nothing is working.
So right now we’re full circle back to “ignore.” And I’m thinking maybe Ali might have some insights here? Because he seems to have no trouble ignoring the entire situation.
While I continue to obsess….