The Worst Day of his Life – According to Colt

So this morning, we got up, kind of grumbled at each other in passing (morning mumbles) and got ready to leave. As we stepped out the door we were greeted with grey skies and pouring rain/ice/rain/ice.

cloudsWe drove on slippery roads all the way to the sitter’s house and the moment we arrived….downpour.  Of course.  I had handily forgotten my umbrella at my office so we had to sort of duck and run for the door with our coats half-over our heads.

“Ooohh my GOD MOM!!  THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIIIIIIIFE!!”  Colt WAY over-dramatically screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Hahahahahahahahahaha!” was, literally, all I could say.

“RUN FOR COVER!!!”  He instructed as he shoved me out of the way and darted for the front stoop…..leaving me in his dust.  Or mud, I guess, since it was pouring.

He didn’t even wait for me, and ran inside the house, slamming the door in my face.

*Knock Knock Knock*

“Ooooh.  Hello there Mommy!” he cried.  “You look a bit soggy.  Were you under the weather?”

(Get it?  He thinks “under the weather” means…literally, under the rain clouds)

I giggled and handed him his school bag while his friends came tearing up the stairs to help him celebrate getting there so early.  They happily skipped off to play before the bus and I ventured back out into the rain.

Some days (most days) I wish I could live in his beautiful world right next to him.  ❤

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My Son, the Mommy-Healer

Yesterday I was struggling with pain and ended up going home from work a few hours early to see if I could get a jump on it. When my son arrived home from school he came bouncing into the living room where I was resting and he opened his arms wide for a hug.  I moved slowly and he noticed.

“What’s wrong Mom?  Are you sick?”  He asked with worry in his beautiful blue eyes.

“No, I just have a sore back today sweetheart, I’m okay.” I answered.

He put his arms around me very gently and asked if it helped, getting a hug.  I admitted that it made me feel a little better. He then, so softly, put his hand on my back and rubbed in small circles.

“Does this help more than the hug?”  He wondered.

“Oh yes, this is helping so much!” I confirmed.

He carried on taking care of my back until I declared myself better.

“Ta-daaaaaaa!  Hooray for Colt the Mommy Healer!”  He sang out and ran off to play.

It’s true too.  He is the one who heals my heart every single day.   (Seriously, how lucky am I?!)  xx

A beautiful post that reflects a depth of understanding I wish everyone in this world had. Reblogged with permission from the Author: http://roots2blossom.wordpress.com

Roots to Blossom

My daughter is learning about life, love, acceptance, and intolerance. She is in the third grade, but acting with a gentle wisdom and constant big-hearted love for all that makes my own heart grow.

My girl is super smart, reads several years above her grade level, and learns everything quite easily. She is not bored in school though, as her active imagination keeps her going. No bestest friend ever yet. She is very busy, in clubs, sports, and extracurriculars and talks easily with anyone and everyone. I love watching her flit about from a young group of boys, where she acts like a monkey to make them laugh, then off to a group of moms where she impresses them with some reminder of a forgotten task, and then over to a group of girls and “oohs” at their necklaces and new shoes. She is happy where ever she is. And…

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You can do anything! (except that…)

I was having a chat with Colt the other day about the future.  “Future” on its own is a brand new concept for my boy and it’s been fun watching him grow to understand that tomorrow brings choices you might not have today.  We’re encouraging the understanding by talking of things to come far in the future to help him learn some patience because like any other kid, he cannot wait five minutes for anything.  (Recalls last Christmas Eve when he was still awake at 2am, in tears because “waiting is sooooo hard mom!”).

In keeping with the future talk, I asked Colt one day what he’d like to be when he grew up “big as daddy”.

“Ummm, I think I’ll be a race car driver.  Wait no!  A mad scientist!”  

“A mad scientist eh?  Well, that sounds like a fun job to have!”

“No, wait mom, I want to be a rock star!”

“Cool!  Will you write me a song?”

“Nooooo mom.  I have to write about rock and roll things.”

“Okay, well, can I come to your concerts then?”

“Yes.  I’ll give you ONE ticket.”

🙂  We went on like that for a while with him changing his mind every other thought when he suddenly stopped and looked at me.

“Mom…do I just have to be one thing when I grow big as daddy?”

“NO!”  I cheered, “You can do anything you want to do Colt.  Anything.”

“Uh mom?”  His eyes turned suspicious on me.  “I can’t do anything I want…”

I jumped right on that one.  “Oh yes you can my son and don’t you let anyone tell you different!  There is nothing you can’t do.  If you want it, you go for it and I’ll back you up all the way!”

The child looked at me with an absolute dead-pan expression and stated, “No.  Mom you’re wrong.  I can’t do ‘anything‘ I want.  I can’t fart on people….”

(…..)

“Well now.  I never quite thought of it that way….”

He was quite right wasn’t he?  You really can’t go around farting on people these days.  So, the good news is I’ve managed to let him know that farting on people is not an acceptable career choice for the future.  Oh, and I’ve also learned that I must watch what I say very carefully….lol.  I can only hope that they have some sort of career day for the grade 3’s this year.  I simply cannot wait to get that note home….haha.  My boy.  ❤

Fist Bump

Colt and I were in the car on the way to his bus stop this morning when he asked me what I was thinking about.

“I’m just thinking about my day” I said.

“Are you thinking about how you are going to do a good job at work and try your best?”

“I will if you will” I answered “Want to make a deal?  We’ll both try our best today to do a good job and treat people well?”

“Okay mom!”  he cheered!

“It’s a deal!” I said, thinking I was sealing it up right there.

“Uh mom?  It’s not a ‘deal’ until you bump my fist, you know?”

. . . . .   well.  Fair enough then right?  (*fist bump* to the back seat) I’m cool.  Right?  Still?  To my seven-year old, at least?  lol!

Anything is Possible

This one happened years ago now, but it’s a moment I’ve always wanted to capture in writing.

When Colt was about 2 he stopped screaming all the time.  He would interact with us, his dad and I, and we struggled through his interactions with others, together.  He wasn’t walking at all but he had a handful of words that he could use with some regularity, first one (lol, of course) was for his dad, ‘dada’ at that point.  Now, although I realize that this could *not* have been intentional on Colt’s part, it made me absolutely green with envy.  I had spent a year locked into a long, lonely, soulful battle between the medical system and my poor, unhappy, screaming, little baby, not feeling like I could ever help him yet struggling to do something anyway, and he said “dada” before even considering “mama.”  I began coaching him mercilessly…

“Mmma-ma-ma-ma Colt, do you want something to drink?”  I’d start every darn sentence with ma-ma-ma.  The child probably thought I had gone mad.   No matter how much I begged, though, he would just not say it.  He wouldn’t even practice it!  Just sat there, staring at me with those big blue eyes with silent resolve.

Time passed and I did not let up.  Sometimes I would just say, “Colt!  Please?  Mmmmm-amamamama loves you SO much and would loooooove it if you’d just say mama for me?”  only to be met with the same, calm stare.  I tried to trick him into too.  “Do you want a mmma-rshmallow?  You have to try to say ‘ma-rshmallow’ first…?”  No dice.  Seriously, the kid was that smart, even then.  I eventually decided to try another tack and just not bring it up at all.  I did, he completely dismissed the whole thing and went on with his life, never calling me ‘mom’.

A few weeks later we were sitting down to Sunday dinner that included an apple pie (from scratch!  An amazing feat for me in the kitchen).  The whole house smelled like the pie, still warm in the oven, and Colt had been interested in it since before dinner started.  He had a super-sensitive tummy as a little one and apple pie was not something on the regular diet so I didn’t expect that he would ask for some, but he definitely wanted a bite when his dad took a slice.  Colt actually picked up and tried to hand over his empty plate…lol.

“You’d like some of this would you?” I smiled, sensing a chance at gaining a bargaining chip.  “Okay, I’ll make you a deal sweet one:  You call me “mom” and I’ll get you some pie.”

Colt picked up his plate, looked me dead in the eye and said “mom.”  Just like that.  No fanfare, no finish-line, just…a plate being handed to me for his serving of pie.  His dad froze, smiled, looked amazed, glanced at me, and burst into laughter.

“Well, you do make a damn good apple pie…”

Apparently so.  (Note to self).  🙂

A Lesson in Bravery

A week or so ago, the Ministry of Health sent us a letter requesting that we catch Colt up on his inoculation booster, something we apparently missed doing when he was five.  With all the stuff that was going on back then (lol, ‘back then’ was only two years ago) it must have slipped everyone’s mind.

I made the appointment for a time that I would have to go for blood work so he could watch me and my reaction to having a needle in my arm before he went through it, knowing he wouldn’t remember the last time in his own life.  I told him about it the morning of so he wouldn’t worry too much, but just enough to keep him in balance, and he did as well as I’ve come to expect from him, such resolve, that kid.  ❤  The only trouble was that the nurse who was to draw my blood was behind and the one who was to deliver Colt’s inoculations was ahead and he ended up having to go before me.  Unanticipated changes involving needles don’t sit well with Colt…well, with anyone, I’d suspect.

His dad happened to be working in the area and managed to take his lunch hour at the appointment time, much to Colt’s relief.  He was so happy to see his dad and told the nurse, after it was all over, that his daddy had come to “lend him some brave.”  The nurse almost cried and his dad lit up like a Christmas Tree.  🙂  Was something special to see.

My nurse was ready for me after Colt calmed down a little and I asked him if he would please come with me to lend ME some brave, if he had any left.  He readily agreed, sniffling and with tears streaking his cheeks, he came to stand beside me.  Tears kept pouring out of his eyes as he dealt with his own discomfort and pain while he choked out,

“It’s going to be okay mommy, *hiccup, sniff* I won’t leave you and the nurse *sniff* is very nice, she will go as fast as she can!”

After she found my vein and started filling vials he asked me if I was okay and then, afterwards, put his hand in mine and told me that I was very brave, sitting so still to let the nurse take my blood.   He asked if it hurt and I said it did a little.  He said his hurt a LOT, not a little,  and then asked for ice cream.

He cried every time he thought about it for the next 10 minutes or so as we said ‘see you later’ to his dad.  Then, as he does, he pulled himself together and announced the experience “over” with a smile of satisfaction and pride, having accomplished it at all.

Colt processes emotional things, fears, experiences…so much better and more definitively than I’ve ever been able to.  In fact, I don’t know a single adult who functions like this.  Maybe he’s the one who has it the right way around… maybe it’s “us” who can’t see big picture?

Just one more example of how I wish, and strive, to be more like my son, who has already learned the uselessness of carrying painful moments from the past around with you.

🙂  Thanks for visiting.