Even drying himself... |
This realization came to me the other day as I was attempting
to complete a set of sit-ups (attempting is the key word there) while the Sonny
Boy was scrubbing away in the shower unassisted. Although, I am too afraid of bathroom accidents to leave him
alone in there, slippery floors covered with soap bubbles and a choice of
scalding hot or extremely cold water make for some serious disasters, I no
longer need to stand almost in the steaming shower and do all the washing myself.
The Sonny Boy has finally started to take over this rather personal chore of
making sure he doesn’t smell too much like a little boy, you know snips, and
snails, and puppy dog tails, for when he heads to school the following morning.
Another moment that Sonny Boy’s independence really struck
me was while he was getting ready to leave the house with his Dad for a little
Saturday afternoon man time of In and Out Burgers and laughing at bodily
functions, and I caught him buttoning up his own flannel shirt. Sonny Boy seemed to
be struggling for a moment and I launched into let-Mama-help-you-mode, to which
he replied, “I got this Mama.”
He’s got it? Sonny Boy actually turned down his Mama doing something for
him? He did get that shirt buttoned up, he looked like he got dressed in the
dark with the buttons being off by a button hole or two, but that little blue
flannel shirt was definitely buttoned closed.
This Thursday I am grateful for the natural progression of
my Sonny Boy’s growing independence and autonomy, this could be a glance into
the future, a future when I might actually be able to finish a sentence of this
blog without cutting open an Otter Pop, snapping a stubborn snap on a pair of
Levi’s, or pushing a straw through a juice box without having juice shoot
across the living room.
It would be nice to have that time that I spend doing the
mundane activities of the day for Sonny Boy to do things we enjoy doing together,
like impromptu dance parties and laughing at the Hubs when he hurts himself
while having a go at home improvement (this last one is completely unintentional,
we just both happen to think grunting and under the breath cursing is funny
sometimes…well, all the time).
He could dry himself even better with this towel! |
Great post. All that increasing independence is bittersweet. I remember the first time I heard the toilet flush in the house when there were no other adults in the house. My son didn't even tell me he was in there. It was such an odd sound to hear. I was happy he was finally doing this by himself, but I was also sighing because I knew I was entering the stage of constant bathroom floor clean up. Thank goodness for Lysol wipes.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I agree, it is a little bitter sweet to see my boy be a baby no more, BUT the thought of one less thing for mom to do is just plain sweet.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure those changes are an adjustment for any parent. #SITSgirls
ReplyDeleteEveryday of motherhood feels full of adjustments, some are easy and some are not-so-easy.
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I'm with you, sometimes I'm so happy to see them doing things on their own, and other times I feel like saying, "Wait! Stop! How can you already be doing that by yourself?" The conundrum that is parenting….. :)
ReplyDeleteI completely agree! Sometimes when I see the Sonny Boy managing things all on his own I think to myself, "How did this happen?" After all, I still find myself calling him my baby (which confuses people when I tell them he is actually in Kindergarten)!
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