Seeing that you are not a strong point in my own character traits, should I be alarmed that my kiddo utterly falls apart when faced with your unexpected visit?
I am by no means a spontaneous person. I like my ducks all lined up in a row. I like to know things in advance so I can prepare for what to expect. I order
We've had record-breaking heat, like much of the rest of the country this year. We even skipped the 4th of July parade because we knew it was going to be triple digit temps and
We spent most of Independence Day indoors in the comfort of air conditioning. Mid afternoon, I went to the kitchen to cut up a watermelon. I normally cut them into cubes, but that day I cut some up in wedges because Dear Son ate some that way at a party and like it. So I planned to send them outside to eat them so that Mother Nature can take care of all the juicy-drippy clean up for me. Then, a light bulb went ding in my head. I had bought some water balloons for the kiddos a while back, and thought they might like to play with them outside and get wet in this scorching weather. So I abandoned my watermelon to go fill up the balloons to surprise them.
It took me much longer than I anticipated to make a tub of water balloons. Between ripping them, spontaneous bursting, and general inexperience on my part, I was wet from waist up by the time I finished. To keep this a surprise, I asked DH to serve the kiddos watermelon outside, and they were excited about the wedges. Then I brought the tub of water balloons to them with a I'm-a-Rock-Star-Mom smile on my face and waited for the kiddos to squeal with delight. Well, Dear Daughter did. DS looked at them like they were alien eggs about to hatch into monsters that will swallow him whole. Um, okay.
I asked DH to design games to play with the water balloons so
A few minutes later, DS came inside, wailing. He had slipped and fell on a wet spot and scraped both his knees. So I worked my Mommy Magic, fixed him up with bandages, and sent him out again. But my poor DS was literally 'broken' by the boo-boos, and by this point, falling apart and still worried about getting wet.
Outside, I held his hand and reassured him that his boo-boos were going be okay, and that it was okay to play with the water balloons and get wet. He continued to worry about getting wet. The next thing I knew, I got hit by a water balloon right in the stomach by a retaliatory shot from DH. But because I wasn't
DS broke into another end-of-the-world wail. Daddy got me all weeee-eeeeet! Puddles of tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. The distress on his face was so darling yet recognizable at the same time to me. More hugs and kisses, more Mommy Magic, and more 'it's okays' later, I got DS to calm down. I, of course, had some urgent business to take care of. I had to get DH back.
Suffice it to say that I came out the winner despite my very bad aim, because I got wet from one water balloon pop on my back, and DH was soaked from head to toe. You see, seeing that DS was so bent out of shape from playing with water balloons, I told him that he can go play with the water hose--something he's used to playing--with which he gets wet all the time. DH came home and said that DS went to town with that water hose on him to 'get him back'.
So this fun little afternoon water activity really made me think about how much DS is like me, and in ways that may not be the best thing for him. I wondered: has my lack of spontaneity rubbed off on him so much already? Is it my dislike for getting wet--on myself or my kiddos--the reason why he didn't want to play with water balloons? Is his inability to accept new experiences a result of involuntarily acquiring my genes or my scrupulous parenting? I'm sure I'm guilty on all accounts.
But, in his defense, he has never gotten wet with water balloons before--whereas he gets wet with a water hose
So, Spontaneity, you came to
Every now and then.
It will be hard for me, but I sure as hell will try. After all, DS is eating watermelon in more ways than one, and um, I had something to do with that, right?