Months between posts indicates two things…either, I NEVER have a chunk of time alone to write, or when I do, I am at a loss of writable words… writable, because anyone that knows me, knows I’m never actually at a loss of words. But, words worth reading? That’s a different story. But it’s August, and that means Sawyer is rounding out another year. So despite my scandalous sounding title, this is Sawyer’s birthday post. I made a promise to myself last year that I would continue to write/post something every year for his birthday throughout his childhood. We all know his baby book won’t actually get filled out completely, so I figured this is something a little more meaningful than documenting the dates he cut each tooth. He currently has all his teeth – at 18, that’s probably all he’s going to care about anyways. So, today I find myself sitting in the airport with time to spare, missing my kid, and figured this is as good of a time as any to reflect.
This past year was the year of imagination. He found it. It just showed up one day in the form of a story depicting a cougar in his bedroom as a ploy to have cookies for breakfast. It was a fabulous, specific moment, and I couldn’t be more up grateful that it happened in such a sharp and distinct way so I could capture that memory. He was a little over 2, I don’t remember the exact date, but far enough into two to articulate. Either way, it was a Sunday morning. He came running into my room and told me he was scared! Scared of the cougar in his bedroom… “A cougar? Like a big cat?” I asked. “Yes mama! I’m scared!” “Well, you better climb into bed and snuggle with me then!” Moments passed and he laid there quietly, then he said “Mama, I want a cookie! Let’s get up!” ” I said, “What about the Cougar in your bedroom?” “It’s OK mama, I closed my door, he can’t get my cookie” I realized at that moment, the story of the cougar was somehow an attempt to gain pity so I would let him have cookies for breakfast. I was impressed! It wasn’t entirely logical, but there was thought process there. It was creative, it took planning, pre-meditation. I gave him the cookie. He had earned it.
Since that day, his imagination has taken off with crazy stories, imaginary picnics and talking stuffed animals, all helping him refine his manipulation skills daily. He’s figured out ways to get around the rules and negotiate. “You can bring 2 animals to the store.” “I want 4: elephant, dog, cat and pig” – “No, the rule is 2.” “Ummm…” – “2.” “OK, I want the elephant and the dog. Mom’s animals can be cat and pig.” –We ended up with four stuffed animals at the store.
Every time he tries to pull one over on me, I’m a little proud. I know I should be upset with him for trying to work the system, but when he uses his head to think around things and doesn’t accept things as black and white, it’s both frustrating and remarkable to me. He may not always get what he wants out of it, but I’m a lot more likely to reward creativity (manipulative or not) than I am a tantrum.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned being a parent this year, it’s that sometimes, rules are meant to be broken. All the guidelines, books and parenting advice stated as “should be’s” and “ideals” are really anything but. They are nothing more than words of parents who think they figured it out. And for their kids, they did. — And that’s great! But when you have a child that concocts elaborate stories involving wild animals in hopes of a 6am thin mint at 2 and a half, you’ve got to realize that he may not fit the text book ideals. So, we make it up as we go, and I couldn’t be more grateful for the fact that he’s taught me that.
He’s taught me so much in 3 years. More than I ever expected. He’s taught me how to walk away from things in life that aren’t worth it, because now my decisions are based on how things might affect him, instead of me. This includes how my mood will be affected, my time, and my ability to pay attention to him. Those small things all matter and are considered now in what I allow to continue or happen in my life.
He’s taught me to be comfortable in my own skin. I would love to lose 15 lbs and I wish I didn’t have stretch marks, but I don’t obsess like I used to because I have a person to show for these hips and lines. It seemed like so much to give up when I was pregnant, then he came and I realized how incredibly amazing it is that this entire human with all this personality did as little damage to me as he did to develop into existence.
He’s taught me to care less what other people think, as he now asks me if strangers in the grocery store have a penis like he does…loudly, in the frozen food section after a roaring rendition of ‘Twinkle’ down aisle 9. – He wasn’t creating a hazardous environment for others by throwing the eggs out of the cart, at this point – that’s all I care about when shopping.
But most of all, he’s taught me how to truly enjoy and cherish the small moments that make you laugh or smile. He’s taught me how to find a happy moment in a day and be able to stand back and look at my life and be able to find the silver lining in it again. Every moment in his life is a teachable moment. Every mistake he makes, every discovery and every time he gets himself into trouble, he learns something. He walks away with a new understanding, and is proud of himself the next time a similar moment arises and he remembers what he learned. He’s not bitter or resentful when things don’t work out his way (post tantrum of course) He doesn’t carry that anger with him after it’s over. He takes something good out of every upset. And it’s truly a profound and amazing capability. Its wisdom we somehow lose as we grow up. When we let our sense of entitlement, fairness, ego, or self-consciousness overtake our general acceptance of the world as it is, we forget to just be grateful the moment, good or bad, happened so we can learn from it. He has taught me this, and for as much as I teach him daily about his ABC’s and 123’s – he’s really the one teaching me the important things in life. For that, I will always have a reason to feel grateful.
So Sawyer, last year, my wish for you was that you never lose your spark. This year, my wish is that, as your learn to make that spark work for you, you never stop learning from what life throws at you, and are always grateful for the lesson. For this will ensure you’re forever happy.
“Every experience, no matter how bad it seems, holds within it a blessing of some kind. The goal is to find it.”
~Buddah