Parenting a Bone Marrow: Suffer, Suffer, Suffer, Suffer, Relief

I walked in on Bone Marrow as she was mainlining pollen. Talk about having your tongue tied. I entered the balcony of our apartment and there was my teenage bone marrow “daughter” injecting into herself—I mean, injecting into us—the pollen she had plucked from the air and collected in a small mountain on the bistro table.Bone Marrow saw my shock and said, “It’s maple, our worst allergen,” as if that statement was enough for me to understand her reasoning.Eventually, words came to my mind, and I said, “You can’t just shock our body into building immunity like this without medical supervision!”“Hey, you’re the one who quit allergy shots after getting them for 10 years.”“My allergist told me to.”“I’m smarter than our so-called allergist.”This is the life of a single father to a bone marrow. Usually, I can handleher brattiness. Usually. Since shebecame a tween, every day has been more challenging as a parent than the last. Must be those teenage bone marrow hormones.When Bone Marrow isn ’t making me crazy or forcing me to develop allergen-induced hives from pollen overload, she continues to impress me with her intelligence. She was alreadydoing advanced calculus at four, and now she ’s determined to work on Elon Musk’s new telepathy technology. I’m so basic that I changed all my messaging apps to make the same notification sound, and if I can’t handle differentiating an email from a text from a Facebook message, then hell no I can’t ...
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