Today, the teacher’s assistance commented on how Ethan can take care of himself. She said that it doesn’t matter if the other person is big or small; Ethan is not hesitating to stand his ground and defend it! Oh my goodness, is my boy a brute? I know that he does not have a mean bone in his body but I also know that he does not like to be bothered when he is trying to be independent. Ethan is learning to be self sufficient; he likes to feel like a big boy. Ethan loves to do things on his own…putting on and taking off his clothes, closing and opening the doors, flushing the toilet, opening and closing a container, brushing his teeth, taking off and putting on his shoes, writing and drawing with a magic marker, pen and pencil, climbing and jumping off of the couch, touching our faces, kissing and hugging on his own without any prompting, running away from us so that we could catch him, pouring rice on the floor and playing with them, pouring the water spout on the water cooler (this drives me crazy because I have no way to lock this thing), turning on and off his portable DVD player, and just being his curious self. How can I punish Ethan without making him feel that he is not loved? I know, I know, I’m more incline to be protective and smothering of Ethan…just because!
November was so rough for my baby boy and it is not an excuse that I am using to be so affectionate to my son. He went to the ER three times and we had the EMS folks over at the house once. I wish that Ethan could be one of those snow birds so that he could fly south for the winter. Well, I wish that we could all be snow birds so that we could be in Thailand during the winter months. Oh wouldn’t it be so perfect if we were on a tropical island somewhere right now?
In his three years of life, my boy has gone through more than most adults have. Even so, Ethan is pure joy to watch and marvel at. It’s taken some people a life time to learn to be empathetic, compassionate, loving, kind, sincere, happy, pure hearted and everything that my son is…a child of God. I pray for others to be more understanding, more tolerant and more accepting of something that is meant to be good. Ethan is God’s gift to us and I am thankful that God has plans for Ethan. I know that Ethan was given to me to make a difference in all the lives that he has touched. I know that my angel was given the opportunity to make a huge impact in all the lives that he will touch. For now, I just have to be his mother and teach him all that is good. Words can not describe how I feel about why my son has a special place in my heart…all that I know is how truly blessed I feel when I glazed upon Ethan’s face.
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