No pants and swimming victory day!
Today, like most days was one of those gloriously amazing and challenging days. It started chilled, like going to playgroup at 10:15 because I started work late and who wants to fight with a 3 year old about being on time. Then there was the joy of having a 9 year old come to work with me. I believe in child labor and he was put to work stuffing teddy bears. We then ran to target to pick up a sprinkler, aldi’s to pick up snacks for the week and back to my office for another client.
The client no showed so we skipped the library and went home for a meeting. We stopped by our old house and noticed the biggest tree ever had fallen on it and crushed it. We went in and surveyed the damage. This damage was nothing compared to what’s coming when the bulldozer meets it next week, still heart wrenching. Caught my meeting and then ran to pick up the 3 year old. This is when the day turned interesting.
They started doing swimming every day this week. When I entered the childcare my son was playing with ONLY a shirt on. The teacher noticed my raised eyebrows and explained, “um.. we can’t find his pants… and since he refuses to wear underwear well..” I told her that his shorts were beige with tons of blue paint splattered on it. I noticed it this morning when we put it on, and since it was already on I did not take them off. (getting them on is a victory in our house) His teacher said, “that’s the shorts I told him was his but he said it’s not!” Okay. I get on his eye level and try reason with him that these are his shorts but to no avail. He’s screaming bloody murder that they are not.
We need to leave and I don’t see a way around this, so I turned to my tried and trusted parenting method called giving a choice. “Yedidya, would you like to go to the car wearing these shorts or wearing your Tush?” I calmly asked. He refused to put them on so we left the childcare with kids and parents gaping. I tried not to bat an eyelash, making this parenting thing seem so normal and natural, while my 3 year old was mooning the world. We made it to the car despite many stares and again I offer him his pants. Despite the warning that the car seat in the car is missing the fabric cover (it’s daddy’s car) and it might be an uncomfortable ride, he chose to ride bare saddle and screamed the whole way home.
When I got home and dad wanted to know where kiddo was I gave himan evil grin and said “he’s in the car refusing to get out, do you mind bringing him in? (sorry no pic attached )
The day continued with me reading a magnificent book, playing sprinklers, cleaning endless mess, fasting 4 hours and having a physical and blood test at home.
The crux of the day for me was taking my 9 year old for a deep water test for camp. This child has serious anxiety issues regarding swimming. Last year he refused to swim because he couldn’t muster up the courage to take the darn test. I planned this one like a mastermind. We invited his friend who swims like a fish to join us. The friend and I cheered him on. The lifeguard was magnificent. Despite all this my son failed. The lifeguard looked at me and said. “that child can do it!” I told him I knew that but he’s so scared of failure.
We hatched a plan. I sent my son to play with his friend and then the lifeguard called him back and told him to do it again. He refused crying that he just couldn’t. I got in the zone with him (a skill I learned observing the instructors talking people into rappelling off a 350 foot building) I stared him in the eyes and said YOU CAN DO THIS! YOU WILL DO THIS! YOU ARE INCREDIBLE! So he went back in and he actually passed his test. We cheered him on. His self-esteem just grew a million miles. This was my biggest victory of the day. I don’t have a lot of parenting victories that I allow myself credit for, but this one was one of them.