i don’t share well
I think Maya’s caught on to the fact that I do not like to share.
Especially not my food.
Not even with my 10-year-old child.
I know this because she’s been testing me.
Yesterday, for example, we were at lunch, and the instant my salad arrived she asked (with a sly smile) if she could have one of the 5 tiny shrimp that dotted my plate.
Here’s what I wanted to say:
No you cannot have a shrimp. Because you have an enormous burger and fries right in front of you that you’ve barely made a dent in.
And since this $20 salad is the size of my fist, and I will most definitely be hungry 5 minutes after consuming it, and I don’t eat red meat and thus can’t have a bite of your burger, and I try to avoid french fries and thus can’t have some of your fries, I really do not want to give you one of my precious shrimp.
I hope you understand.
Luckily I shut my big mouth, counted backwards from ten, and then said: “I suppose.”
So yes I lecture her constantly about sharing her toys and food and whatever else. And yes I’m being rather hypocritical and selfish by not sharing myself.
But sometimes I just have nothing left to give and all I want are my 5 sad, overpriced little shrimp.
I hope that doesn’t make me a terrible person. But if it does?
I suppose I can live with that.