There is a tension in the house and it is my fault.
How much of how you are feeling reflects on how your kids are feeling, do you think?
I reckon your attitudes, feelings, emotional output, has a huge and powerful effect on how the children feel about their day.
A girl like Kennady, sensitive all her life, excessively so at times, is old enough to have a bit of a sense about that sort of thing, one that goes beyond a feeling, a vibe she may be picking up on. She has learnt to recognise the signals that I display.
Hazel is a bit more blase, a bit more wrapped up in her own thing. Hazel has always had her own take on what is going on around her and at the moment, there is nothing different about her reaction to me and my edge. That will change. In slightly less than 24 hours from now she is going to be just as fired up as I am. Or at least she will make out she is, for the sake of her old man.
Esme doesn’t get it and I can only hope that in time, Arlo will. The Wee-Man, the prodigy.
Claire gets it. Claire hates it.
She hates the nervous tension, the pacing, the yelling and the excited-ness and the explosive displays of emotion; from anger to shock to joy. There will be joy. Elation.
What the Highlanders did signaled it. The way tomorrow night will be, before and after.
It has started now, already. Started early in the week, was exacerbated by the selection announcement and now I can barely keep a lid on it.
C’mon the All Blacks!!