A little while back, Amber asked if she could write something and post it on here. It was her perspective on our little family, and a really good read. You can check it out here.
In the six weeks since she posted, I have thought a lot about what it is like to be in her shoes. (Not literally, because my giant feet would never even get close to fitting into her shoes.)
I have come to the conclusion that she is really on the ride of her life. If a ride at an amusement park were to be modeled after the events as they typically play out in our house, it would make for the most extreme, death-defying roller coaster ever invented. A roller coaster that park officials would make you sign a waiver of liability for before you even got into line for the ride. Not only would this ride have lap belts, but also shoulder harnesses and something to hold your feet in place. Come to think of it, it would probably closely resemble a straight jacket. That sounds about tight.
I don’t know that I necessarily envy Amber’s seat on the ride. She has the middle seat in the front row of a ride with a confirmed aspie and a suspected aspie. Sometimes, it is like she is the barrier between fire and gasoline.
Kaitlyn and I do not butt heads on purpose, or to drive Amber crazy. We are so similar that it is always just a matter of “when,” not “if” Amber has to play referee. It is never anything major, either, which probably makes that much more fun for Amber; if it were something major, maybe Amber would not want to strangle one or both of us (usually me) for being stubborn and hard-headed. Nope, what we generally have going on is the gradual melting of the iceberg, slowly eroding away at her sanity.
It’s not always the times when Kaitlyn and I are butting heads that drives her crazy, either. It is the fact that both of us, for some reason, always feel the need to provide definitions for things. It is not enough to just say what we have to say and move on, we have to pretend that we are Webster’s Dictionary, and provide a deeper meaning for things. Kaitlyn is really good about doing that to me, too, so I at least get a taste of it.
All in all, I think that Amber is enjoying the ride. Or at least I hope that she is. She has to have a good sense of humor to deal with Kaitlyn and I sometimes, but like any thrill ride, we always leave her wanting more.