This is a blog post that's been stirring in my heart for awhile. Sweet Dre has become such a happy and independent little boy and takes pride in the fact that he can pack his own snack for school, write his name on his Lunchable, and offers to help feed and bathe Pierce with me. The other day Dre was getting ready for school pictures and while buttoning his flannel shirt you could see that he was getting a little frustrated. He declined help, as always, and despite the frustration he didn't cry, or whine, or pout. His sweet little fingers worked those buttons, one by one, and when he got to the top he proudly exclaimed, "Daddy told me we don't button the top button." And it was in that moment, his proud, sheepish grin, that I had to sit back and just smile. Really my heart was leaping for joy. You see, I can appreciate these little victories because I remember that 2 and 3 year old that would literally bring Justin and I to tears wondering, "Is there something wrong with him? Why is he so frustrated all the time? Could he have Aspergers?"
Anybody who witnessed first hand a tantrum over the wrong colored dish, the chair that wasn't just-so, or the fact that I was already up for the morning, dressed and not in bed where he expected me to be, can appreciate these moments with me. This poor little two year old wanted so desperately to put on his own shoes, to don his own socks, to zip his own jacket, but he was just too young. After playdates that ended in a disaster and quick exit (with Carter wondering what happened!) and sometimes screaming in the car the whole way home I finally heard a little word of hope from Justin's Aunt Becky. She told me once that when children are very particular it's often a sign of intelligence...WHEW! Just the breath of air I needed!
So here we are, moving in on 5 years old, and with all my heart I can appreciate this little boy, this chatter box that is obsessed with Legos, this sweet boy that is still tender hearted and still sensitive. I always believe God never gives us more than we can handle but let me tell you, there were many days I would ask God, "Are you sure? Did you overestimate my patience and parenting capabilities?"
Dreyton Thomas, you are a true treasure and blessing to all of us. I look forward to seeing you thrive in Kindergarten and I can't wait for the day you read me one of your favorite Star Wars books. MUAH!
5 comments:
Shannon, I love this post... and love my nephew Dreyton... He has grown so much over the last year, and even though you guys are far away, I feel so close to all of you. I'm very proud of him, and you for being such an amazing and patient momma.
XOX Erin
I like your title...the little victories.
You guys saw the frustrations and patiently worked with Dre. Your patience and routines helped him to understand how to handle his tumbling emotions.
Everyone in life has obstacles or difficulties...Dre (Carter and Pierce) are so fortunate to have caring parents to guide him along the way!
I love his energy-mental and physical-his chatter -and also that sweet smile of his!
ox
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What a sweet post. Love ya Dre!
Love this post. You have know idea that Brian and I had this conversation about Kennedy when she was little and now she is (I mean I am biased) pretty much the smartest kid in her class. She is such a bright focused little girl. You are an awesome momma!!!
Shannon - What a precious & beautiful period of time you captured, and another day of tears for Aunt B! You only forgot all the winter days that he was mostly naked, due to these same little frustrations. And to think it goes back to those annoying seams in our socks. You & Justin are amazing parents & lead by example. Your patience really is a virtue. Good job, Momma. Love to all your growing family from Aunt B!
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