Our little Chuck inhabits a land of his own creation. Sometimes the rest of us are allowed to visit, but he is the only one who lives there permanently.
Here are a few vignettes that will give you a taste of what it feels like in Charlie's four-year-old world:
A few months ago when the summer sun was finally beaming down on us for the first time after enduring a long, hibernating winter, Eric pulled out some shorts for Charlie to wear. Eric helped Charlie into the shorts, but the poor kid had lived in our winter wonderland for so long that he couldn't remember ever wearing shorts before.
Charlie looked down in shock and yelled, "My pants are broken!"
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Normally Charlie wakes up long after the other kids have huffed and puffed their way off to school, lugging backpacks and stoic expressions. One morning, though, Charlie woke up before any of the other kids. After eating his breakfast, his lack of beauty sleep crept up and hit him and he whined to me, "I don't want to be tired!"
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Charlie drops his shoes wherever it's convenient, and we're constantly scurrying around at the last minute trying to find them. Cramming his tiny tootsies into the shoes once we've located them is only another step in the process of getting him ready. (Step? Huh? Get it?)
The other day Charlie refused to let me put his shoes on, so I asked him, "Do you want to walk in bare feet?"
He looked at me like I'd been taking silly pills and said, "We have people feet, not bear feet!"
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For most of the year, we've had to sit with Charlie in Primary at church to get him to be a little "Sunbeam" with the rest of his class of fourteen three-year olds. (You heard me right. Fourteen squirmy, restless, three-year-olds who are expected to sit still for three hours of church. That's twenty-eight arms and twenty-eight legs just itching to reach out and smack each other while learning about Jesus.) After almost nine months of cajoling Charlie to go to Primary, one week Charlie decided he was ready to face the music-time as a solo.
To communicate his decision, Charlie looked up at Eric and said simply: "I don't want to see you anymore."
Then he just marched over and sat by his teacher and the rest of his class without even looking back.
Eric came out in the hallway and said to me, "I think Charlie just broke up with me."
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Marie and Charlie were racing and rumbling up the stairs together. When Charlie reached the top, he triumphantly declared, "You didn't win and I didn't win. We BOTH win!"
To communicate his decision, Charlie looked up at Eric and said simply: "I don't want to see you anymore."
Then he just marched over and sat by his teacher and the rest of his class without even looking back.
Eric came out in the hallway and said to me, "I think Charlie just broke up with me."
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Marie and Charlie were racing and rumbling up the stairs together. When Charlie reached the top, he triumphantly declared, "You didn't win and I didn't win. We BOTH win!"
He enjoys hiding all sorts of household items in his beloved backpack.
He said to me one day, "You can put Mom's phone in your backpack. It's nice."
It's a Treat to Be Our Pete
Our Sweet Pete turned nine this year. He's quite charming when he puts his mind to it, and tries to be a friend to the underdog.One of Peter's best friends at school has been a little boy name Keagan. I didn't know Keegan had any social struggles because Peter never talked about him with anything other than glowing terms. Peter often told me after-school stories about Keegan, but they were always full of admiration and laughter.
Keegan's family moved this fall, and a few days after they left, Keegan's grandmother approached me at church and grabbed my hand and said, "Thank you for raising Peter to be such a sweet boy." She cried as she told me how much Keegan had struggled at school because of being Autistic, and was constantly being bullied by the other kids. She said, "Peter was the only one at school who was nice to him."
I looked into his ocean-blue eyes and told him how proud I was of him, but I think those eyes have a natural gift for seeing the best in people. I don't think it occurred to him to think of his friend as being different. He seemed a little surprised at the big deal these teary women were making of the whole thing. He just missed his friend.
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Peter's first piano lesson was on 8/4/15. He had been waiting so patiently for his first lesson and could hardly wait to get his hands on the keys as an official piano student. We got out his hand-me-down books and his legs swung back and forth with quick excitement as he sat on the edge of the piano bench, waiting for his lesson to start.
We saw some scribbles in the well-used level one piano book and I said, "You very well could have been the one who scribbled in this book!"
Peter replied, "I ruined it for my future self!"
Peter saw his five-year-old cousin, Matthew, on facetime, and Matthew was wearing his favorite superhero mask and looking into the phone seriously.
Peter said dramatically, "So that's Batman's secret identity!"
Our Golden Boy's Golden Birthday
Ethan had his golden birthday this year, turning 15 on the 15th in 2015. When some girls turn fifteen they get to have a "Quinceanera," so we decided that we could call it Ethan's "Quinceanero." Ethan requested hamburgers at a new joint in town called "The Burg" with ice cream cake for dessert.
Before school started, one of Ethan's friends prodded him unto trying out for the freshman soccer team. To try out, he had to go to practices at 6:00 am, and we assumed that the early hour during the summer would deter him significantly. We were surprised when he not only got up for practices, but didn't complain about having to get up for practices. He made the team and committed himself to two-hour-long practices every day after school, and games every weekend. Although most of our kids played on recreational sports teams when they were younger, this was my foray into the world of real Soccer Mom-ness and it felt a little strange to be applauding a high school athlete rather than going to a recital or listening to a debate. We haven't had much experience with having a true high school jock in our house.
Despite his busy soccer schedule, Ethan kept up with practicing his music and completing his homework, and Eric and I found ourselves looking at each other with raised eyebrows. Ethan had somehow transformed himself into the golden child for his golden birthday.
In our first parents' meeting with Ethan's soccer coach, he told all of the parents that if the boys worked hard and came to practices, they would all have a chance to play at every game. Even though Ethan had less experience than some of his seasoned teammates, his coach seemed to appreciate his loyalty, determination, and his growing skill. After several practices, we could see that he was an equal to his more experienced teammates. We loved watching him play, and we cheered him on as he tore across the soccer field, even performing impressive head shots when the opportunity arose.
Ethan sat on the bench the entire game, which his team won. As I watched him walk towards us after the game, I expected him to mutter or moan about not being able to play in the game. We tiptoed towards him, ready to offer him condolences or at the very least offer to take him to get some ice cream to ease his pain. I tentatively asked him, "How are you doing?
He squared his strong soccer-player's shoulders and said with a sincere smile, "Great!"
What?
He went on to tell me how much he had learned by sitting on the bench. As I listened to him in stunned silence, he happily explained that sitting on the bench allowed him to be able to listen to what his coach was saying to his teammates the entire game. He smiled as he described enjoying the opportunity to carefully watch the game through his coach's eyes, and to think about what he could do better during the next game.
Do you see what I mean about my golden birthday boy?
Holden Comes Home
Our Holden is all grown up and taking girls to dances. After asking a friend from Orchestra to the Homecoming dance, he went to the spy-themed shindig with a group of friends. . . and he even danced at the dance! My favorite line in his uncharacteristically bubbly, chattering report about the events of the evening when he practically skipped in the door late that night was, "You know what the best part of going to date dances is? You get to know other people's dates!" I think he had a good, good time.
1 comment:
I love Love LOVE hearing about all your happenings. My favorite was Ethan's soccer experience. It melted my heart!
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