But he looks so cute, right?
He is the sweetest child at heart. His intentions are mostly always good. I just wish I could get him to calm down once in awhile. I wish he could just “walk” into the house instead of barreling through the door like an angry elephant. Some days, when he comes home, it’s like an instant wave of anxiety washing over me. I feel like a normal person most of the day, but when 4:00 rolls around and I see him running down the street towards our house, I almost get in a panic. Mason doesn’t speak at a normal volume, probably because he was 60% deaf until he had tubes put in his ears at 18 months. Everything he says is louder than whatever the loudest noise in the house is because it is like he is competing to be heard. Peace and quiet quickly turns to sensory overload. He gets a snack, but he can’t focus long enough to sit and eat it. He’s jumping around the kitchen or running to the bathroom or playing some facial expression game with Addie that makes him laugh as she squeals at her highest pitched scream she can. Sometimes, I think she thinks that being loud is normal too!
He is the last to finish dinner 90% of the time and it’s not because he doesn’t like his food. It’s because he never stops talking. He watches everyone and talks while dinner is on his fork, but it only reaches his mouth about every five minutes or so.
He never gets tired. His energy NEVER dwindles. He is alert and on the go from 6:00 in the morning until 7:30 at night. Last week, he literally ran beside J as he mowed our entire acre lot. Our mower is fast, but it still takes about 45 minutes. I kid you not, Mason ran each pass beside J the ENTIRE time. He is like the energizer battery of children.
Some days I think it must be me, and a bad day for myself, lacking enough patience to say the same set of instructions with what the consequences will be fifty times. Most days, by 8:30 a.m., when the school bus comes, I am about to have a meltdown because I just cannot handle it anymore. Some days (like today) I think either he needs something to calm him down, or I need something to calm me down. Haha. But seriously…I sit here and it is currently 3:15 and I am dreading the school bus driving down my street. And it’s not because I don’t want to see him. I do! I miss the little pain in my butt 30 minutes after he leaves. Yet here I sit, trying to reinforce my strategies in patiently and kindly handling Mason. The worst part is, I know I will fail. I know I will say the same thing fifty times and by 5:00 be burnt out and by 6:00 just want to disappear.
So I here I sit, waiting for my little hurricane that I love so much who simultaneously drives me crazy to come home.
Maybe today will be better…