March 11th-ish, 2016
Ya parenting is tough. And sometimes it is so very rough:
So, things with Gavin –while typically sensationally awesome– have sometimes been stupidly rough. I’ll spare the details but suffice it to say it has involved the making of regrettable choices in some of his interpersonal affairs lately… ahem.
And to my Dear Gavin Boy: If/when you are reading this in the future, darling, please forgive me sharing this. It’s OKAY to look at the ugly along with the good and the bad. That’s life!
I felt strange and a little guilty for documenting the above regrettableness… but I’m thankful for it. Even though it hurt me at the time, I’ve already been able to gain distance and perspective on it. Like… it’s kind of hilarious. Also? According to the professionals, this means he REALLY loves me, AND feels secure enough to rebel against me like that. YAY! I must be doing something right. Like, TOTALLY NAILING this parenting thing. I mean, LOOK at how accurately he is punctuating 7 digit numbers… in 2nd Grade. HA. (o;
Honestly, how wonderful that he could express this, right? His O.T.* Specialist pulled me aside to let me know (praise be to the I.E.P.**). Her reaching out to me was perfect timing because when the quotient of WTF-Kid-Stuff tips the scales, as Parent you open Ye Olde Tool Box, seek out every professional in your purview and ask them, basically, “WTF?” She -the O.T.- was on my list, and she got to me first.
[*O.T. = Occupational Therapy. **I.E.P.= Individualized Education Plan.]
And wouldn’t you know since turning my focus squarely in the face (such a cute face)… he has magically improved already a lot (although not completely for sure).
I finish this post from the parental sidelines of Tae Kwon Do class (an excellent place to throw kicks and punches), and leave you with some artwork he has since created with his Dad:
He also created some artwork I *do* relate to:
Bless him. (Bernie Sanders AND my Boy.)
Parenting: ‘Taint a destination, it’s a journey that’s fo sho.