Saturday, March 22, 2008

An expounding of my former Epiphany

I recently posted about a mama duck.

Well, yesterday I thought about that. A lot. I have a 2 year old who is just coming down from his asthma attack. His asthma affects him by making it difficult for him to shake the congestion that accompanies a cold, his nose stays runny and he coughs longer than most do. This obviously makes sleep difficult, and when he is sick he is known to spend numerous nights being rocked to get to sleep, or even sleeping in our bed.

Which means that when he recovers he thinks he should continue to be treated in such a manner.

Because he is 2.

And the youngest.

And the last one.

So, nap times are eased back into, with a couple of laying down on the couch, maybe a fall asleep in the car, and then eventually he is made to lay in his bed, and I sit on his brother's bed in the same room. I promise to stay as long as he lays still. If he plays or wiggles around, I threaten to leave the room, and he cries.

When I want to leave the house and need him to put on his coat, I sometimes threaten to leave without him and he comes running.

I used to do that with Dustin. He's 11 now, almost 12.

And I am reaching a point where the tide will turn. I have spent years using the fact that my children love me and see me as protection and safety to my advantage. Slowly I move away from them, strategically testing the waters and limits. When we go shopping I want them to feel safe 2 or 3 feet away as a 2 year old, and maybe 10 feet away when they are 8.

It's all about to change. I am now the one who is scared, scared that they will move too far away from me. I want them to be productive, to be responsible adults, homes and families of their own. But I don't want them to move too far, and leave me.

3 comments:

Tracey said...

Well. Just wake me up with a ray of sunshine, there!!

I hear ya... You don't want to raise a bunch of scared people, but you would really like it if their future spouses were to say something like "Oh, my dh just adores his family! They're so wonderful and we spend every Sunday together! He couldn't have HAD a better mother!"

Heh... Notice, I didn't say have Sunday dinner at MY house every week. Cuz I don't like to entertain that much...

kbbryant said...

Hi Marie
Your insight is beautiful. Your guys are lucky to have such a good mommy.
I enjoyed reading many pages of your blog this morning. You and my coffee made for pleasant company.

Kathy b

Nicki said...

You just keep making me cry. What's up with that? Let's just say I feel your pain.
Too much.