My son joined Boy Scouts this year. It’s his main activity now that baseball season is actually over. He loves it. He loves the stuff he’s learning, the treats he gets, and I know he loves the fact his Dad is the den leader. (Whatever that means. All I know, is we had to buy them BOTH a uniform. And they look so cute together!) Tonight is the big sleep over. His boy scout troop went to sleep with the big airplanes at the Air and Space Museum. Both of my boys were excited.
Except, life happens, things come up and sleep overs don’t get to happen for everyone. Tonight, my son had to face that fate. Now before you say, “Well couldn’t you have worked around it?” STOP and say, “Man, Courtney and Scott LOVE their kid and they do EVERYTHING in their power to make their son happy and fit in. So if she says that he couldn’t go, then the reason is a good one and I am sure they TRIED.” Now, that is more like it. Thank you for understanding.
We knew this morning it probably wasn’t going to happen, but the final decision was made this afternoon. I did what any mom who HATES to see her non-spoiled child’s head hang with disappointment do, “Hey, let’s go to a movie! You have been begging to see Wreck it Ralph. I’ll take you, and out to dinner too!”
Well, if you know my son, and many of you do, then you know he can be a tad, um… inflexible. In the past he would have taken my consolation prize as just that: a lame excuse of a non-sleepover. He would have gone, demanded everything that costs money just so I could “make it up to him.”
I am happy to report that the boy is LEARNING flexibility. He growing and changing, and even if others can’t tell and don’t know, I SEE it and I am SHOUTING it off the rooftops because someone needs to acknowledge his success.
My son, who is up at 5 am because he is too afraid that he will be late for school at 8am; who wants a posted dinner menu on the fridge a week in advance so he can prepare himself; who plans out his hot lunch days as soon as the NEXT month’s calendar is published; who knows which college he is going to; who has his life mapped out at the age of 7, let go of this last-minute change of plans. He swallowed the disappointment of not being able to sleep amongst the big airplanes like a champ.
Instead, he and I went to the movie, drank Root Beer, and laughed. He held my hand on the way to the car, which is something he won’t do any more. He swallowed the disappointment and ENJOYED the reality. I, of course, enjoyed EVERY SECOND of our outing together. It warmed my heart, although I was sad he didn’t get to sleep with the airplanes.
He looked at me and said, “We get to still go to the birthday party tomorrow, right?”
He smiled and the moment passed. He is Ok, even though he is not completely where he wanted to be in that moment.
He might have missed the big sleep over, but the boy EARNED a badge tonight in my book. Learning how to be flexible, in a black and white world, is hard work and I am SUPER proud of him for adjusting like a champ.
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