Thursday, August 30, 2007
I'm Back, Baby. . . I'm Back!
Kyle and Amanda have a special relationship. She's 5 1/2 years older than he is, and he definitely looks up to her. From the time he was a baby, he thought she was great. He watched her all the time, she stopped his fits, she made him laugh. As he grew, she took interest in his new abilities and emerging personality.
In the last six to eight months, she's been happy that he has become a somewhat suitable playmate, (although now that she's almost nine, the "fun" of a little brother is beginning to wear off a bit). Several times over the summer I noticed that when he was excited about something, such as seeing a helicopter outside, or a funny scene on television, he would say, " 'Danda, look!" That filled me with 80% of "Wow, I'm glad that he loves his big sis so much, and that I'm not the one that he always turns to," and 20% of, "What happened? I'm not the one that he always turns to."
However, this week with Amanda back at school, it's been all about me. Kyle and I have had some good times together. I've sat with him at the table while he colored with markers, and proudly observed him as he made a circle and called it a zero. When I asked him if he could make a one, he did that, too. I bought him one of those watercolor coloring books, and so another morning, he painted Thomas and Percy and apples throughout the day.
I said yes to his requests:
"Mommy, will you play ball with me on the carpet?"
"Wanna come outside with me?"
"You want to color, too?"
In addition to that, I just as I had hoped, I have turned over the back-to-school leaf. I've decluttered and unpiled my desk, Kyle's room, a kitchen cabinet, and a linen closet.
So, to quote a favorite sitcom, "I'm back, Baby. . . I'm back!"