I swear, kids are great! Lord only knows the random thoughts and things that go thru their heads. This morning Little Man asked me,
“Mom, When am I going to be a grown up?”
I didn’t know exactly what to say, so I responded, “When you are old enough to live on your own without Mommy and Daddy”
I couldn’t see his face because we were in the car driving but the tone of his voice got real sad and he said, “I’m going to miss Mommy and Daddy.”
“Me to baby, me too!”
This was on our way to school this morning.
Me: Did you know that Mommy has a Birthday coming up?
Little Man: Big Gasp….I want to get you something.
Me: Well, you need to tell Daddy and he will take you to go pick something out.
Little Man: I’m going to get you a toy.
Me: Well, don’t you think Mommy might want something more for grown ups or girly?
Little Man: No, I’m going to get you Optimus Prime….. and Bumble Bee.
Really Son? So Ladies, it starts earlier then we ever knew. This logic that boys have of getting something for a girl that is really for them. Well, my Son has it.
Yay, I get to save money by not having to buy anymore toys! I guess I should explain…
We give Little Man “Certificates” when ever he tries something new to eat and after 5 of them he can trade them in for a new toy. It can take months to get 5. So now he is back to 1.
Well I guess he is over it. I was asking him if he wanted strawberries, that they were sweet like fruit snacks and that he would get a certificate.
“I don’t want any more toys, I already have a lot.”
“I will have to remember that next time we are at the store and you start asking for a one!”
I had a stop the clock moment and an, if you only knew, moment when we were on vacation.
It was our last day and we had an 11AM Check out time. We were packing and cleaning and talking about how we didn’t want to leave. My friend’s daughter (10 yo) was talking to Little Man and she said “I am going to move down here when I grow up”. As she was saying this she went to go sit on some steps to the house. I was about 20 feet away at the truck loading somethings up and Little Man comes over to me all serious and sweet like, calls for me and I turn around and he is right under me looking up and says, “Mommy, can I go over there and grow up with *A?”
It was the saddest and funniest things at the same time. Stop the Clock Moment – everyone was so sad and didn’t want to leave the beach house behind, including me. If You Only Knew Moment – In my head I was thinking, Son, if you only knew how fast time goes by and before I know it I will blink my eyes and you will be 14, that one day you are going to be my age and wishing you were just a little younger for a little longer. Again another Stop the Clock Moment – Stop growing, stop just for a moment and stay this cute, funny, loving Preschooler that you are.
PLEASE remember this week. I know at the age of 3 years and 8 months that the chances of you remembering this trip long-term are probably very slim. You will get to a point in life where you will think to yourself, Did we do that or did I dream that up? I can only assume that it is going to be another very long time before we can have a true family vacation. I feel like we do not get enough of these moments and I am always scared that we will not be able to do more things like this in the future, or near future anyways. I want you to have your own life and not mirror mine or your fathers like I once thought. But, there is one thing I want you to experience like me and that was family road trips, trips on the highway and stopping every couple of hours for a sightsee excursion, spending the days on a beach or by the lake. Those were some of my fondest memories. Fighting over the space in the back seat with my sister. Coloring in our coloring books until the next stop. (No portable DVD or Ipod back in my day) Sitting up front on the ice chest (no booster seats back in my day either) leaning in between my parents from the back of a van talking and looking out at the different scenery. Going on a cave tour or crabbing or watching fireflies in the sky for the first time.
I hope you smell the air, feel the sun on your cheeks, taste the salty water on your lips, squish the sand in your toes, laugh out of no where and take it all in as much as a 3 year and 8 month old boy can appreciate. Because one day you will be married with kids taking them to the beach and thinking back hopefully of this very week.
Can you hear me? Maybe we should get your ears checked? How in the WORLD did you MASTER the skills of Selective Hearing at such a young age? It amazes me how I can ask you to do something 5 times and you keep on doing your own thing! But the minute I have to raise my voice or start to counting you will automatically start to understand the words coming out of my mouth.
Don’t get me wrong, there are times to use such a trait, it can be valuable at times. Like when you are older and your girlfriend, collage girlfriend I should say b/c that is when you are allowed to start dating, starts to gab with her best friend or when you are watching the basketball playoffs and your wife is talking about something, but you wouldn’t know because the playoffs are on. By the way that might start an argument with said wife and do not, by any means, tell her I told you it was okay. That is between you and her. Okay, that is besides the point.
My point is I understand Selective Hearing. Mothers do it too, that is why sometimes you have to go, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, MOMMMYYYY! But I am the parent and you are the child, I can do that and when you have kids of your own THEN you can do it too! Great, now I sound like my parents!
Me: I love you baby!
Little : I’m not a baby!
Me: You are MY baby.
Little: No, I’m not a baby.
Me: No, you are not a baby but you will always be my baby.
Little: I’M NOT A BABY!
Me: No, you’re not a baby but, one day you will be as big as Daddy and you will still be MY baby.
Little: NO, I’M NOT A BABY!
Me: Sigh, No, you are not a baby Son.
Son, I don’t mind you asking me questions in public or making a comment but can it be just between the two of us? I understand what you said was very mild compared to what it could have been, so I am grateful for that. But next time we are in the store and you see someone who has a lot of body hair, do you think you can just learn to make a mental note to yourself? If you feel like you have to say something out loud then lets start something new and you can just say “Mommy, I have a secret!” Then I will get close enough for you to whisper your observations. It is not nice to point at someone while we are walking down the grocery store aisle and say, “Wow, he has a lot of hair!”
I love being your Mommy! I love that you are, for the most part, I mean you do have your moments, a sweet, loving and joyful kid. When I pick you up from school you give at least 10 hugs to other kids and teachers. To see such innocent and pure love for another person thru the eyes of a child brings me happiness! How I want to hold onto your heart and lock it away in a fireproof safe to preserve the untainted love that you have. The world/life can be so hateful, hurtful, nasty, abrasive and heart hardening. I hope that I can teach you to continue to love others thru the trials of life and keep your heart open. Love you sweet baby!
Yes, you can play for the “Yellow Hats” (Green Bay Packers), play basket ball, play the guitar and be a Firefighter when you grow up. I just hope you can find the time!