I’ve got more blog posts started than I’ve ever had before. Ideas that aren’t fully explored are sitting in the ready position…but who has time?
I thought I’d just write a quick update in between the busyness.
Owen is updating his own blog now and then. I’ve enjoyed that. He would like to do it every day but I don’t let him on the computer that much. I also don’t enjoy him asking me how to spell every other word he types. I would like to tell him to just spell it the way he wants and then enjoy his misspellings, but he knows they’re wrong when spell check kicks in and he can’t stand leaving it that way. I love his desire to be RIGHT. I already trust him with so much.
Ivan is my little Psalmist. He marches around the house singing and praising God with songs he makes up on the spot. I can’t tell you what a joy that is. He is still as willful as ever and I still have to have corrective sessions with him more often than the other two, but he and I got something good going. We are much more alike than I would ever wish for him. I am trying to be more understanding and less critical. Finding the fruitful side of his distractions and wayward thought processes isn’t that hard if I give myself a few seconds to remember what it feels like to see the world the way he does. I do remember, and I also remember myself thinking as a child that I will never forget it. I made a promise to myself to be a parent who remembers and understands. It’s not as easy as I thought it would be.
Aron amazes me every day. He is so aware, so involved, so fully in charge and so LOUD. I seriously wonder where he came from. He jumps in wherever he wants and rises to the occasion as needed. I enjoy his intelligence and humor very much, and I can’t wait to see where he goes with it. His independence is obvious, but equally obvious is his need to remain sheltered and held. Every morning he wakes up with his fingers in his mouth where they have been comforting him through the night, his piglet doll (dingy and ratty as it is) stuck under his arm and the first thing he wants is for me to hold him. Don’t tickle me, don’t sing to me, don’t play, talk or move much, just hold me. It’s the only time he wants to be still. The rest of the day he barely acknowledges that he’s a child at all.
Busy days are quick to pass, and so are the stages of my boys. I’m taking moments in between to reflect, not because I have time, but rather because I don’t.
Ah yes. I have several similar childhood promises to myself regarding exactly what I would and wouldn’t do as a parent 🙂 They are often very hard to keep.
Love the thoughts…and the boys. They are so sweet…and fun…and feisty. You know, all that good stuff.
I don’t remember what it’s like to be as distracted as Ivan…and Thadeus… What do you remember? What have you learned? I stay patient, but I’m not scoring very high in understanding.
Kristy, we’ll have to talk when you come visit. It’s hard to write it all down. I think you probably have more “understanding” than you remember. You were pretty imaginative and somewhat distracted as a little one. You just need to unearth it. 🙂
This is a beautiful glimpse at your boys…. I love it.
“I do remember, and I also remember myself thinking as a child that I will never forget it. I made a promise to myself to be a parent who remembers and understands. It’s not as easy as I thought it would be.”…. I completely agree! It’s not easy, is it?! I fail more than I succeed, I think. Thank God my Lord is gracious and trusts me anyway; maybe He sees something in me I don’t see?
I love the stillness you describe of Aron in the morning. Dorothy has moments like that, too, and then the rest of it it is Go Go Go! 🙂 Can’t wait to get those monkeys together again- they’ll likely play more (and get into trouble more) than last time.
Tisra, I remember making that promise and the remembrance is almost a challenge. Am I going to brush it away as childish, or embrace it? I hope I remember more and more.