Nothing strikes fear in my heart quite so much as when I hear the 5 year old holler from the backyard, “HEY, WANNA SEE SOMETHING DISTURBING?” If his inquiry is followed by shrieks from the older sisters, then I’m assured he has rendered himself naked.
As was the case today, wherein he landed himself in timeout for a good portion of the afternoon. Separated from his beloved Blues Clues Blanket. Bitter tears of remorse followed.
Not so much for the fact that his sisters will likely have to endure therapy, or that he was banished to his room, but separation from Blues Clues Blanket is a hardship that no 5 year old boy should have to endure.
Just when I had this parenting thing figured out, God chose to bless me with a boy. And all my hard earned knowledge flew right out of the window. Along with what remained of my tattered sanity.
I’ve been allowing Jensen to dress himself in the morning, for the most part. More out of exhaustion, than a desire to equip him with a sense of independence. He has no qualms about wearing stretchypants that hit him mid-calf. It doesn’t help that he pulls the elastic waistband up to just below the armpits. And then tucks in his shirt. But the addition of white knee socks really completes the ensemble. But for church on Sunday, he topped the whole thing off with an oversized leather cowboy hat.
And I let him.
But for the sake of full disclosure, I did talk him into changing into his blue dressy church pants, reasoning that he looked more like Mario, what with the blue pants and red shirt. Blue and red are Mario’s colors, don’t you know. The cowboy hat, however, is all Jensen.
I watched him saunter down the hall at church. Alternating between jumping high into the air, and spontaneously falling to the ground. Not a care in the world.
These are precious fleeting days, to be sure. Days like today that I treasure impromptu kisses on the cheek, followed by an all enveloping bear hug, “MOM, I LOVE YOU, JUST FOR YOUR INFORMATION.”
This small crazy boy will someday become a young man. And as long as I can dissuade him from baring the full monty in public, I’ve no doubt he will make him bedraggled parents proud.