I am trying to understand the psychology behind his clothing choices. I think it has to do with control. Of everyone, his little life has changed the most. I was so looking forward to getting to know him this last year. He really got to know his Grandma Sharon very well. I think she is in love with him and his pretty blue eyes. And he spent a month with Aunt Person (Mandy) and her family.
But he and I are still working on our relationship. He does not really understand about my legs. He thinks they are broken. Everyone we meet who is new to us he tells the same thing "I'm Isaac. This is my mom. Her name is Sarah. Her legs are broken." EVERYONE NEW! Poor boy. I am sad that he will probably not remember a time when I was not sick.
We were at The Dollar Tree (best store ever) looking for some "summer is fun" items. And both of the boys needed to poop. Why is it that every time we go to a store (or the Hauser's house) my children need to poop? There is not a public restroom at The Dollar Tree. As we were leaving in a rush, Isaac asked me for a Scooby Doo towel. I told him no, and to put it back.
We headed over to Hyvee to use the facilities, grab a few things, and then to the car wash to vacuum out the van. I cannot climb in the back of the van so Gabe was in the back vacuuming and Isaac looked me square in the eye and as he pulled the Scooby Doo towel out of the pocket of his very baggy Luigi overalls and he said "Mom, look what I took!" Uh no sir. I told him we were going back to the Dollar Tree and he was going to tell them that he stole the towel. Of course, he started crying. Gabe played right into my plan and started telling Isaac that he was a robber and that they were going to call the police.
By the time we finished the errands and the van , I was beat. I was not too excited about heading back into the store, tracking down the worker, and explaining things. However, I knew I had to do it. If Isaac turned into a real robber, I would forever regret that I did not do what I made Naomi do when she was 3 and stole a duck from Bath and Body Works. She still tells people that story.
We trekked back into the store. Isaac with his little lip quivering found the worker, told her what he did, and she has wonderful! She told him that if he were older that she would have to call the police and asked him if he understood that taking things from a store without paying was wrong. He said yes. Then she asked him if he was ever going to steal again, and he said no. I smiled and told her thank you and we left.
I have to still follow my mothering gut. There are so many times that I feel too tired to do it. I hope that my kids will someday see that I am trying my best. When they are frustrated with me or I need their help, I tell them "I am doing the best I can right now." That seems to help them understand. I hope they know that I am doing the best I can right now. And in that moment, it meant going back and making it right.
But he and I are still working on our relationship. He does not really understand about my legs. He thinks they are broken. Everyone we meet who is new to us he tells the same thing "I'm Isaac. This is my mom. Her name is Sarah. Her legs are broken." EVERYONE NEW! Poor boy. I am sad that he will probably not remember a time when I was not sick.
We were at The Dollar Tree (best store ever) looking for some "summer is fun" items. And both of the boys needed to poop. Why is it that every time we go to a store (or the Hauser's house) my children need to poop? There is not a public restroom at The Dollar Tree. As we were leaving in a rush, Isaac asked me for a Scooby Doo towel. I told him no, and to put it back.
We headed over to Hyvee to use the facilities, grab a few things, and then to the car wash to vacuum out the van. I cannot climb in the back of the van so Gabe was in the back vacuuming and Isaac looked me square in the eye and as he pulled the Scooby Doo towel out of the pocket of his very baggy Luigi overalls and he said "Mom, look what I took!" Uh no sir. I told him we were going back to the Dollar Tree and he was going to tell them that he stole the towel. Of course, he started crying. Gabe played right into my plan and started telling Isaac that he was a robber and that they were going to call the police.
By the time we finished the errands and the van , I was beat. I was not too excited about heading back into the store, tracking down the worker, and explaining things. However, I knew I had to do it. If Isaac turned into a real robber, I would forever regret that I did not do what I made Naomi do when she was 3 and stole a duck from Bath and Body Works. She still tells people that story.
We trekked back into the store. Isaac with his little lip quivering found the worker, told her what he did, and she has wonderful! She told him that if he were older that she would have to call the police and asked him if he understood that taking things from a store without paying was wrong. He said yes. Then she asked him if he was ever going to steal again, and he said no. I smiled and told her thank you and we left.
I have to still follow my mothering gut. There are so many times that I feel too tired to do it. I hope that my kids will someday see that I am trying my best. When they are frustrated with me or I need their help, I tell them "I am doing the best I can right now." That seems to help them understand. I hope they know that I am doing the best I can right now. And in that moment, it meant going back and making it right.
All my love, even to the robbers.
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