The Wild Child

November 4, 2008


Harley’s youngest daughter is 14 and is like him.  According to Harley, he used to be “buck wild.” 

Last night, Harley picked me up from work.  His daughter was with him; they were on their way to drop her off at her mother’s house, where she currently lives.  For some reason, her mom did not want her to come home, so we went back to Harley’s house together.  On the way, she was teaching my son how to play solitaire on the computer.  It was so sweet.  At one point, she was telling him how important it is to do well in school.  I turned my face away to make sure she couldn’t see the expression on my face.  I have no idea how she does academically, but I’ve heard stories about all the trouble she causes at school.  Lands, of course, reacted in a very animated fashion and I burst out laughing.  We all laughed.

Harley’s kids have been through a lot.  They have no shortage of attitude.  And, of course, they are teenagers.  I’m not a big fan of their behavior at times, but I definitely appreciate the tender moments.