Saturday, May 8, 2010
Oh, what a week. Steven must be able to sense that the school year is coming to a close. He just hasn't been himself. A little defiant, a little uncooperative, very focused on the fact that his sister is coming home from college in few days. He is so absorbed with this fact that it is all he talks about. Even to his imaginary friends. Which is about to drive me nuts. I would like to talk to a professional about this behavior that has increased dramatically this year. He talks to himself and his invisible friends constantly. He has fights with them and interacts with them to the point that he would rather not talk to people that are actually there. I don't know if it is a faze that he will outgrow or if I should worry about it and try to get him to engage with me more. Of coarse what I want to hear is that it IS just a faze and he will outgrow it in time. I have to laugh sometimes though as I listen in on his conversations. At times he will vocalize both sides; I have heard him insult himself and then reprimand himself for doing so. It is one of those times you wish so bad you had a video camera running (I would have won $10,000 more that one time if I had). So to top this week off, yesterday when Steven came home from school I noticed that he wasn't wearing his hearing aids, which isn't all that unusual, but when I asked him where they were he answered, "I threw them away at the movie theater." His class had gone to the theater to see the movie Oceans so there was actually a possibility that he was right! Aagh, No, he couldn't have. I continued to press, but got the same answer every time. I finally resorted to calling his teacher to see if they (the hearing aids) had been seen since the movie outing. Unfortunately the answer was no. So I angrily order Steven into the car so we can head to the theater to look through the trash. Yes, there is steam coming out of my ears. I am still quizzing Steven, where did you through them away, why? Why? Why, again? I am only being met with a confused look and the facts, "I threw them away at the theater.” As we drive I call the theater and ask if it is possible that they haven't taken the trash out since the kids were there, and to my surprise they hadn't. Yeah, a little hope builds. When we arrive Steven goes straight to the trash can and says, "yes, right there mom". We are met by a nice man who offers me plastic gloves and I go to it. Searching through popcorn, coke, and candy. I am thinking there is no way they are o.k. If I find them they will be floating in a sticky, gooey mess. After searching one and a half trash cans I see them! I am speechless (which never happens to me). There they are! I feel my heart begin to slow and Steven who is holding the flash light for me feels such relief that he begins to sob. I don't know for sure why he burst into tears, but after a difficult week with such a dramatic finish I felt a little like crying too. I can't believe it. We praise God and when we are in the car we pray thanking Him for keeping them safe and dry and showing us right where they were. It's only been one day and I can already laugh about it. The things we must do as mothers, dumpster diving! There aren't many things I won't do for this face.