How about a lighthearted palate cleanser after yesterday’s post?
Twice in the last 24 hours I’ve been ready to yell at T only to discover he was being a responsible kid. Last night I heard him yell “No Charlie!” as I made dinner in the kitchen. I ran around the corner to the living room and started to holler at T when I saw him grab something out of C’s hand. “But Mommy!” he cried, “Charlie is not allowed to have a DVD!” Sure enough, somehow C got his little hands on a DVD. T had rescued it and marched it right over to me. I apologized and told T he did the right thing. When I told Z the story once he’d come home from work he said, “Well, in your defense, statistically the chances were he was grabbing a toy out of C’s hand.” Z often knows exactly what to say to make me feel better.
Today I was nursing C before putting him down for a nap. The rules surrounding this ritual are crystal clear to T. I get him a snack, set him up with a movie, and he MUST stay downstairs. If he comes into C’s room C no longer wants to nap. Less than 5 minutes after C and I retired to his room I heard T come up the stairs and move around. I tensed up, waiting for him to open the door, but a few minutes passed and he didn’t do it. I started to relax and think maybe he wasn’t going to come in, that I could address the security breach after I got C settled. Of course, that is when the door swung open and he emerged, naked from the waist down. I tried so hard to keep my composure, but instead dissolved into giggles. He said, “I had a great big poop. You need to wipe me.”
C hung out on the floor of the bathroom while I took care of business. And I told T I was so proud of him, that he handled the situation exactly in the right way, and frankly that I wasn’t surprised he pooped. Dude was farting up a storm in the car on the way home from school. He put his underwear and pants on and scurried downstairs and C and I went back to nursing. Did it take longer than usual to get him settled? It did. But you know what, it wasn’t a huge deal.
None of the moment to moment stuff that I let myself get wrapped up in is a big deal. And when T surprises me, or when he makes me laugh he also shakes my out of the tendency to sleepwalk through my day, he reminds me to enjoy myself.