But today....Today I write because my Gavin had an AWESOME ((and I mean Awe-Freaking-Some)) DAY!
My Little Mister was polite, and courteous. He was patient, and he was kind. He got dressed without me having to repeat myself 121654024643216574 times, AND he even helped his brother get dressed ((and no on even asked him to!!! Say whaaaaat?!?!))
Since Daddy had worked the overnight, this Mama saddled up and adventured to the Galleria in search of some air conditioned time away from home so Sean could sleep peacefully in a quiet house.
Off I went with my Trio, and Gavin could not have been a bigger help if he had tried. He instinctively grabbed Holden's hand in the parking lot, before I could form the questions aloud. He helped Nola get her sunglasses back on her face (((after she ripped them off for the 32415742154 thousandth time and Mama said screw it! and was ready to put them back in my purse!)). He handed the cashier the money at the register when we paid at Pretzel Time ((he had his first "Pretzel Dog" and was IN LOVE <I didn't even know such a thing existed!>)). He helped carry our bag of purchases to the car as we left Target, while holding his brother's hand AGAIN! He unbuckled Holden once I had parked the car and turned it off in our driveway. And when he saw that I had: A Grocery back, a diaper bag, my purse, and a napping baby to carry....he said, "It's ok Colie....I'll carry the two light bags, your hands are full".
Every day this kid amazes me in some way.
Whether it's with his amazing ability with numbers and equations, or his ability to recall information...but on days like this my amazement swells my heart. These days prove to me that I'm parenting the right way, and even though sometimes Life is throwing him a curve ball and he just needs to be rude for a second during his moments of stress.... he hears me. He hears me say, "That wasn't nice, please say that again and remember to say 'thank you' when you're done". He hears me when I say, "Hmmm, I'm sure Holden would like it much better if YOU helped him put his socks on rather than if I help". He gets it.
For all the days when I want to rip my hair from my head as a Mother of three....
For all the times I feel awful for correcting him more than my other children throughout the day...
For any time I've felt like he listens but doesn't HEAR me....
These are the days I know.
I know he has an amazingly caring heart.
I know he hears the lessons I am trying to teach him.
I know he can do this thing called Life, and make it through in his own way.
He's got this.
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