Our garbage can was exploding out on the sidewalk 2 days before the next trash day. Our house looks like it has vomited toys. It was, as it seems to be every year, deemed "the best Christmas ever!" by the 2 boys who were old enough to tell me. And if Greystoke could talk in fluent sentences, I am pretty sure he would concur.
He got his push car, some books with accompanying piano, some blocks that he can hammer. He wasn't that impressed with the unwrapping. He made his personal servant, Aquaman take care of that for him.
He wasn't terribly impressed.
We didn't get the kids much for Christmas because 1) we have no money,( I mean, actually scratch that we are doing very well financially, no debt, modest retirement and liquid savings, but we're not exactly swimming in income even with JT working 60 hrs a week, and we just can't justify going broke for a bunch of toys that are going to be broken in 5 minutes) and 2) every year the grandparents go crazy and we wonder why we bothered getting them anything at all.
And this year was no exception.
This year, the big boys each picked out a present for each other and wrapped it all by himself. And JT and I got the push car for Greystoke, and an Xbox for the big boys.
I discovered the day before Christmas that I didn't have the appropriate cord to hook the xbox up to our ancient television. Luckily, Santa brought Noni and Papa a new television and they gifted us with their older one. But even then, it took me 2 days, endless google searches, and an hour on hold with microsoft before I discovered that the reason the refurbished xbox we bought was so cheap was because it didn't have a hard drive. And without a hard drive we couldn't download the update that we needed to work the kinect, and incidentally I only bought kinect games. Luckily, after more googling, I was able to configure a memory stick we had on hand to work with the xbox and download the update. Though by then, Aquaman was much too busy with the new tablet his grandparents got him to want to bother much with playing the kinect.
It was kind of an anticlimactic Christmas present, but we tried.
JT got me a new phone. It's like a real smart phone that can hold more than one app. I kind of failed at getting him anything. I am a terrible gift giver. I scheduled a massage for both of us, maybe that counts. But he liked Aquaman's new tablet so much that I ordered him one so that he can listen to the audio bible app while he sits on the beach, so now I feel better.
We skipped the Christmas Eve service this year. They all say they are "family friendly" which basically just means they don't have a nursery which basically means we don't get to sit long in the service because my children don't sit quietly very long, and I don't think it's developmentally appropriate to ask them to, and I also don't think it's very nice to disturb everyone else in the church with their shenanigans.
So we had our own service at home with our families. We read the Christmas story and took communion (which resulted in The Dude's breaking down in tears because Aquaman got to take it and he did not), and then we turned out all the lights and The Dude led us in singing silent night in his earnest, hoarse little voice. It was beautiful.
The kids were passed out by 8:30 and Aquaman was dashing frantically up and down the stairs by 5:45 am.
JT worked 12 hours on Christmas day serving tables at the Crowne Plaza. He hasn't actually worked as a sever in like 10 years, so it was baptism by fire, but I know that he did great. He's a natural. We celebrated Christmas with his family the next day, though he was still mostly recovering.Next shift for him: New Year's Eve. This will be the first New Year he will actually ring in since I've known him. I will be guiltily sleeping. If you can call what I've been doing lately sleeping. Waking up 4 times a night with a 4 year old who has a cold and is afraid of alligators and thinks I should always be holding his hand, and sleeping straight up with a toddler who just got over his 6th ear infection this year.
The pediatrician said they would probably be considering tubes right now, considering he has been on a lot of strong antibiotics already, except that his ears clear up nicely between infections, and Greystoke has great speech. He's saying way more than 50 words, and stringing some together, and having whole conversations with me sometimes like: Bye-bye Daddy, Daddy run!" or, when he woke up one morning and realized I had already gotten up: "Daddy? Want Mama!"
Granted, most people wouldn't understand him...his articulation is definitely less clear than his brothers...but his brothers were serious talkers.
Greystoke is working much harder on his fine motor skills than they ever did.
Speaking of which, I am relishing the break from school life, and filled with a certain amount of dread about it starting up again in a week. All that rushing around and dropping off. And complaining and crying and arguing and angry outbursts.
Not that Aquaman has been exactly angelic since school let out. He still mostly wants to stay in the safety and comfort of home, and is easily stressed by being pushed out of his comfortable little bubble. But the difference in him since school let out is quite remarkable. I feel like I have gotten my sweet little boy back. I knew he was struggling, and I knew he was wound up tight, but I kind of just thought it was a phase or a problem he was having inside of himself. Actually, I was feeling a lot better about the whole thing after having dinner with a friend of mine whose oldest child is Greystoke's age. As I listened to her tell me her concerns about her toddler, I suddenly realized....the first child worries everybody. We've never been through it before. We don't know what's normal and what's not. We have no way of knowing what they will grow out of, and whether the way we are parenting them is working. It's stressful.
Each child has their own unique struggles of course. I mean, Aquaman used to dutifully march to time out when he was barely 2 even though he cried and screamed in protest, and he was never violent. While The Dude has been a raging machine who at one point I had to start locking in time out because he was so destructive and there was no way to contain him.
But the undeniable fact is, school is a problem for Aquaman, and right now that's my first-child stressor because I don't know how it's going to come out. I suspect some of it is just a personality clash with his teacher. His teacher, who is obviously a fantastic teacher, doesn't get him, is not as sensitive as he probably needs him to be, and is pushing him too hard. Aquaman is finishing the last of the psychological testing today and the report will be available to share with his teacher shortly after school starts back up. And hopefully that will help to bridge the gap of understanding. Maybe it will document the discrepancy between Aquaman's intelligence and his ability to put it on paper, and his teacher will understand that, even though, as he relayed to me: "Aquaman is obviously very intelligent. He passed the first gifted screening. He can do better work than this.", he may NOT be able to better work than he is doing just because he is intelligent. I don't know. I am hopeful that it will help. I am tired of the homework battles, tired of seeing him all tied up in knots and talking about how everyone else is better than him and no one likes him. I know some of it is just dramatic effect, but I still don't like it.
How can we know? It is such a fine balance because our children must use their muscles, must stretch beyond where they are comfortable (and particularly Aquaman because he is just...very tight...his comfort zone is small), and yet tight little rubber bands can be brittle. They can break.
2 days ago, I came home from work, and The Dude was running and bumped his cheek on something. He immediately began to cry, but before I could get to him to comfort him, Aquaman was there. He hugged him, asked him where it hurt, and then kissed his cheek. This is the Aquaman I have known, the heart so soft, but not the Aquaman I was seeing 2 weeks ago when school was in session. That Aquaman would have laughed obnoxiously at The Dude's pain and maybe even told him he was clumsy or stupid.
For the first time since Aquaman was a toddler I've started wishing that homeschooling was an option. The socialization of Elementary school is so highly touted, as if home schoolers are a bunch of weirdos, but the public schools are saturated with weirdos too. For a child who naturally struggles socially, do I really want him learning his social skills from a bunch of immature 7 year olds? No. I am suddenly disillusioned, and I am struggling not to let it cloud my entire picture of what the school system has become, not to mention what it even used to be. Public school is not perfect. And I have a hard time with the idea of public school basically raising my very sensitive child.
Sigh. But for now, here we are. And maybe I will find out that he just needed a break, and he will dive back into school with gusto and not start freaking out again.
Regardless, the first child gives us all the more reason to reach out and cry for help. I was mulling all of these thoughts over and over in my head, and trying to sort them out when God said to me: "why don't you just let Me take care of this? Why don't you stop telling me what you can and cannot do, and what he can and cannot do, and let Me do it."
And all I could do was smile. Because that's life. With the first child, and with the third, and with the thirteenth if that's your thing.
You have to make the effort. You have to sometimes do the personally harder or counter cultural thing. But only God knows which one is the right thing for your child.
We have all these pictures for how our lives are supposed to go, but God's picture is more beautiful, and it's always unfolding. What looks one way today may look totally different in 3 days, and we have to trust in eyes that see much more clearly than ours do.
I am painfully aware of my shortcomings and my failings, as a servant of God, as a friend, co-worker, sister, daughter, mother and wife these days. But it only hurts a little. Because filling the gaps of all those times when I can't be it all, when we show up with shoes on backwards, or no shoes at all, or I have curry on my pants, or my hair is sticking up or I don't make the time for someone who matters, is Grace and Mercy and....the greatest of these....Love.
"Oh, and I've seen many searching
For answers far and wide.
But I know we're all searching
For answers only You provide.
Because You know just what we need
Before we even say a word.
You're a good, good Father.
It's who You are, it's who You are, it's who You are.
And I'm loved by You.
It's who I am, it's who I am, it's who I am. "