It's tough being sick

OK my turn to whine. I'm not much of a whiner, really, but when I get my chance, I take it by the horns and hold on tight.  I thought I was out of the woods when I overcame my annual bout with pneumonia in February this year. Guess I was wrong. April and May bring strange and terrible pollens to the state of Georgia. These pollens have frightening effects on southerners.

Now I'll be the first to admit:  my husband babies me shamelessly when I'm sick. He really does, and that is unusual for a man. I'll also admit:  I suck it up. I love it. Sorry, but that's the truth. I don't think I ride it for longer than it's intended, but I sure do enjoy being babied every now and then.

My husband Marc is really the exception to the rule of most men. I'm going to try to tread lightly here, but men are terrible patients. They are. I have been with men who could have had a cold - a common, everyday, ordinary cold. To hear it from them though, they have an unnamed version of tuberculosis and pneumonia. No identified cure, no known treatments except constant pampering and babying. And they do not want to suffer alone, or in silence. No, no.....they want to lay themselves out in a common area, preferably a busy one, so that they can stop all household activity dead. Translation:  the spotlight is on them.

I am 50 now. I am onto the whole, "baby me and make me feel special" thing. In truth, my husband is just naturally giving and kind, so I don't have to wave my arms and say "look at me! look at me!" He just does it anyway. And I try to do it for him when he's sick. Thank goodness, he's not the sickly type.

Oh, wait, I think I need to turn over. I hope he's around to re-adjust the blanket for me when I do.

So…the Chinese are smarter than we are. Who’da thunk?

Well, according to the news piece I just watched, they are. In fact, the United States has dropped from the enviable top spot as world's most educated nation to (gulp) 12^th place. Please tell me that this does not come as a surprise, folks. I have always been struck by the discipline and level of expectation Asian parents in general have where their children are concerned.

On the flip side of that, I have always been bothered by the lack of expectation we as Americans have for our offspring. I'm bothered by the over-showering of praise we rain on our children when they do things that we should expect them to do anyway. "Oh look honey, Johnny went poopy in the potty. Let's rent a limo and take him and his entire daycare class to Chuck E. Cheese!" I remember leaving my daughter's 5^th grade graduation, and when we walked outside the building, there was a line of limousines waiting to scoop up the little darlings and spirit them off to God-knows-where. We're talking 5^th grade folks. That's what, 11 years old? What on earth do these parents have planned for the kids' high school graduations? The Concorde to Dubai?

What are these kids supposed to strive for? What, exactly, is within their reach when they're out on their own? I suppose that's an experiment; the results have yet to be revealed. Then again, have you ever watched the TV show "Pimp my Sweet Sixteen" or whatever it's called? It's positively nauseating. That's our future?

Back to education. All this goes hand-in-hand. For once, I'm not really wandering off-topic. I have a friend who, when her son was in 4^th grade, withdrew him from school because (and I quote) "His teacher got onto him for not doing his homework. He's just a little boy!" He never returned to conventional school, by the way. He was "home schooled" for a time, which means he sat on his behind and played video games day in and day out. The saddest thing about his story is that he was a very bright kid. He was also over-indulged and now, at age 20, he struggles with simple life issues, like getting a job and paying bills. Sadly, his is not the only story I'm familiar with.

We graduate kids from high school who can't spell. Many can't perform simple mathematical calculations. Our kids, on average, are in school more than 40 fewer days than kids in China. We push kids out into the world with their grubby little hands held out, expecting the world to accommodate them because they don't really feel like applying themselves. They've never had to. The world is not a nice place. It's not going to baby our babies, folks. Technology morphs by the second. The world is facing challenges that require smart people to solve. The world does not need whiny underachievers whose mommies and daddies swoop in to protect them from the world!

And while we're at it – YOUR is possessive – "Those are your shoes."

YOU'RE is a contraction of the two words YOU and ARE – "You're a poor speller."

THERE – "There are your shoes!"

THEIR – "Their shoes are not yours!"

THEY'RE – Another contraction, this time of THEY and ARE "They're confused about where their shoes are!"

OK now that that's settled…