Monday, March 7, 2011
Bright Eyes (B.E.) is a dreamer, a creator, and a free spirit. I joke with his current little girlfriend's mommy that she better hope her daughter has a good job. B.E. will most likely be living out in California as a starving artist...either as a musician or an artist. These are his passions. At only 4 years of age, I'm truly thrilled that he's found things that he loves to do.
The free spirit in him is what is the most trying. This morning we had nearly a 20 minute stand-off concerning whether he was going to get himself dressed or not. Of course, his shirt wouldn't come off without help, and heaven forbid he could possibly take off his own pants. The left sock doesn't go on the right foot...duh, mommy! And why are there so many bumps in my shoes? While all this was happening, he was sobbing uncontrollably as though it was the most traumatic moment of his life. While I would love to tell you that my angel, B.E., rarely acts this why, I can not. I would be lying through my teeth. This is at least an every other day occurrence. It's not always getting dressed that causes the explosions. It's a variety of everything. He's too cold, his folder isn't in his backpack, he didn't want his apple cut "this way," etc.
Bright Eyes had a friend over to play for the afternoon. It was time to head out the door to pick up the older brothers. B.E. ran to the garage, and I stayed right inside the door to wait for his friend to finish up in the bathroom. B.E. asked for me to open the garage door for him, and so I pushed the button and briefly turned my head to once again check on his friend. When I looked back, my knees went weak. Dangling, from my now moving garage door, was my then 3-year-old son. Up, up, up he went...screaming and flailing his legs the entire time. With Sunshine on my hip, I went running, and only reached him after the garage had already stopped at the top. He was fine, thank God! Between him crying and my hysterics, the whole scene was ridiculously comical. I really shouldn't have expected anything less from him...two seconds after his crying stopped, he began laughing, "That was fun!"