Raising Mason comes with many HIGHs and LOWs.... some that happen on the same day. He can absolutely put me in despair and then in a blink of an eye, make it all worth it. He is such a great kid, who just loves to push me as far as he can... and push the limits of his environment around him. On this particular day, I had just gotten home from work. Before I ever park the car, I must give Mason specific instructions... or he will dart from the car and it will be a long time before I can wrangle him back to the house. Well, I forgot and Mason was as sly as fox, even getting out of the car before I put it in park. And he was off.... across the street to see the neighbor’s dog. I got out of the car to start my screaming session, that the neighbors have all began to hate, but then decided to let him play with the dog. He loves the dog and the dog loves him. However, it isn't our dog, so I try to watch him carefully. I went over with Mason, but he asked me to leave, saying "Mason do it alone...get out of here mom!!" So I left him alone and walked across the street to talk to the neighbor. While I was talking with the neighbor, I noticed the dog's owner running out of the house in her nightgown with her oxygen tubes wrapped around her face and she was upset. So I took off across the street to see what had happened. When I got over to the house I saw that there was a huge 3 ft. hole in the top of a camper shell (OOOOPPPPSS!!!!!) The camper shell was on the ground and was being used as the dog's shelter. I know.... I know..... I wouldn't necessarily use a camper shell as a dog house, but whatever floats her boat!! So I make Mason look at me and ask how the hole got there... several stern questions and he finally admitted that he jumped on it and fell through.... Of course now he wants sympathy by saying that he's hurt :) HE DIDN'T GET IT! The neighbor was upset and although the camper shell was old and rotted, I knew that we would have to buy a new camper shell... I marched Mason home deflated by what had just taken place... this isn't the first time he has broken someone's property and it won't be the last. (UPDATE... The camper shell has been replaced!!! Thanks to my awesome father, a generous friend and a bottle of caulking.... The dog now has a warm place to sleep) So there is the low.... and now to the HIGH!!! After a brief breakdown on the telephone and a 30 min timeout for Mason, I had my senses together and I decided to go on with the nights previously planned activities.....EGG COLORING!!! Only two more days until Easter and grandma Sheila had invited us to her house for egg coloring. Mason knew I was upset with him, so he was constantly telling me to smile and that he loved me...... So when he pulled one of his eggs out of the dye, and I saw..... I (heart) .... I was absolutely sure that when I rolled the egg over it would say MOM. However, as I turned the egg over I realized it said wii... (deflated again) lol :) Yes my son loves his wii more than his Mom!!!!! But then, the next egg came out and it said I heart mom, so he was saved :) The kids had a blast and Mason laughed and laughed at each egg that came out of the colors. Here is my high.... 4 years ago, he couldn't even say the word mom, let alone spell it... 4 years ago, he had nothing to be happy about!!! He cried, he threw fits and correct me if I'm wrong Misty and Kim...... but that year I don't think we even got him to sit long enough to complete one egg. I am grateful for his growth..... and for the LOWs and HIGHs that he brings into my life :)
Raising Mason comes with many HIGHs and LOWs.... some that happen on the same day. He can absolutely put me in despair and then in a blink of an eye, make it all worth it. He is such a great kid, who just loves to push me as far as he can... and push the limits of his environment around him. On this particular day, I had just gotten home from work. Before I ever park the car, I must give Mason specific instructions... or he will dart from the car and it will be a long time before I can wrangle him back to the house. Well, I forgot and Mason was as sly as fox, even getting out of the car before I put it in park. And he was off.... across the street to see the neighbor’s dog. I got out of the car to start my screaming session, that the neighbors have all began to hate, but then decided to let him play with the dog. He loves the dog and the dog loves him. However, it isn't our dog, so I try to watch him carefully. I went over with Mason, but he asked me to leave, saying "Mason do it alone...get out of here mom!!" So I left him alone and walked across the street to talk to the neighbor. While I was talking with the neighbor, I noticed the dog's owner running out of the house in her nightgown with her oxygen tubes wrapped around her face and she was upset. So I took off across the street to see what had happened. When I got over to the house I saw that there was a huge 3 ft. hole in the top of a camper shell (OOOOPPPPSS!!!!!) The camper shell was on the ground and was being used as the dog's shelter. I know.... I know..... I wouldn't necessarily use a camper shell as a dog house, but whatever floats her boat!! So I make Mason look at me and ask how the hole got there... several stern questions and he finally admitted that he jumped on it and fell through.... Of course now he wants sympathy by saying that he's hurt :) HE DIDN'T GET IT! The neighbor was upset and although the camper shell was old and rotted, I knew that we would have to buy a new camper shell... I marched Mason home deflated by what had just taken place... this isn't the first time he has broken someone's property and it won't be the last. (UPDATE... The camper shell has been replaced!!! Thanks to my awesome father, a generous friend and a bottle of caulking.... The dog now has a warm place to sleep) So there is the low.... and now to the HIGH!!! After a brief breakdown on the telephone and a 30 min timeout for Mason, I had my senses together and I decided to go on with the nights previously planned activities.....EGG COLORING!!! Only two more days until Easter and grandma Sheila had invited us to her house for egg coloring. Mason knew I was upset with him, so he was constantly telling me to smile and that he loved me...... So when he pulled one of his eggs out of the dye, and I saw..... I (heart) .... I was absolutely sure that when I rolled the egg over it would say MOM. However, as I turned the egg over I realized it said wii... (deflated again) lol :) Yes my son loves his wii more than his Mom!!!!! But then, the next egg came out and it said I heart mom, so he was saved :) The kids had a blast and Mason laughed and laughed at each egg that came out of the colors. Here is my high.... 4 years ago, he couldn't even say the word mom, let alone spell it... 4 years ago, he had nothing to be happy about!!! He cried, he threw fits and correct me if I'm wrong Misty and Kim...... but that year I don't think we even got him to sit long enough to complete one egg. I am grateful for his growth..... and for the LOWs and HIGHs that he brings into my life :)
