When I was a kid, my mom would tape* random Walt Disney movies for us to watch and re-watch later. While on a walk this week with my 3, I thought of that title and that it probably applied here. I can't remember who the 3 were, and what or whom they were running from, but the title "Three on the Run*" will always be stuck in my head along with "Runaway Elephant", The Shaggy Dog Adventures, and "The Moonspinners".
It was the first time I've taken all 3 kids on a walk by myself. Oh man, that sounds yuck. Or at least it feels yuck to me. I've basically been waiting for Baby A (hereafter known as "Scout", Joe's nickname for her), to be old enough to follow along with the crowd with minimal help from me. Because my other friend, Joshua, age 5, still needs a lot of attention in this department. He's going to zig, zag, sit down in the middle of plants, run, jump and maybe get out into the street.
But now Scout rides a balance bike. Like a boss, I might add. And can follow G on his scooter. So that frees me up to walk holding Joshua's hand. We stayed in our little neighborhood and didn't go far, but it was a good first outing.
And even though it was a successful walk, it still made me sad. Joshua was happy to be the only one holding my hand and walking with me, but I could tell a part of him wanted to be riding something too. It's not for lack of trying: we've bought him his own scooter and tried him on the balance bike, but he just can't focus long enough OR doesn't have the skills to ride anything yet. Not sure which.
It's kind of like when all the kids (including the Stephensons) are playing chase or wrestling and he stands on the outside giggling and looking with longing. He desperately wants to be included but just doesn't have the skills to jump in and play with them. And when I say "skills" I'm not talking about running or jumping; I mean the social skills to join in. He can do it if we facilitate, which we usually do, and then he blends right in and has a blast.
And so on walks like this, I start getting down that all of my children can't just jump on their scooters and sail off together. That Scout isn't trying to keep up with 2 brothers instead of just the 1. That G doesn't have a sibling peer. That there are many activities that I sub-consciously keep in an absolute no-go category.
Wallow, wallow, wallow.
Always back here. It's a constant battle to instead remember all the reasons I'm grateful for our family just the way it is, and Joshua just the way he is. Because I truly am. Our family is the perfect one that God has given us and I trust His plan for us WAY more than I trust mine.
But speaking of running, did you ever have a time when one of your children escaped out into the neighborhood buck naked? Without you knowing? I'm guessing I'm not the only one here...please?? I was upstairs getting dressed the other morning when a neighbor of mine hollered from downstairs, "Ashleigh, Joshua's at the playground!" Bless her heart, she didn't mention the naked part. He's never been one to leave the house. Or I should say, my house. He left Mary's recently and her adrenaline still hasn't recovered from it.
Anyhow, I ran out there and he had already made it to the top of the playground equipment (it's across the parking lot and down a sidewalk). And clearly thought the whole situation was hilarious. He slid down the slide, I caught him and marched him back home. And made a resolution that we were done with nakedness; even in the house. (We got into this habit while potty training)
What struck me was that I wasn't so upset that I had "lost" him, this happens with some regularity as he is quiet and quick, but I was embarrassed that he was naked in front of the whole neighborhood. MOTHER OF THE YEAR, people.
So happy weekend, we're locked up tight around here. NO ESCAPEES!
|Scout on her bike.|
|Joshua CLOTHED at the playground.|
*side note 1: Does anyone else my age or older still use the word "tape" when referring to recording something?
*side note 2: My curiosity got the best of me and I looked it up: something to do with dog sledding.