For Matthew to give away his baby toy's has been a struggle for me, up to this point. Whenever I bring up to him little children who don't have any, he always stood fast in the fact that he wasn't done with them yet.
Well, we took our first step. Or should I say, Daddy did. I am so proud.
Over the weekend, our neighbor who has a little girl just over a year was outside and Matthew gave her his baby buggy (little car with long handle that we pushed him in). I think because he is all grown up now. Daddy told him that he has a real car that he does doughnuts in the front yard in and so now he is a big boy. Coming from him, he wants to be like his Dad and show the world that he is all boy and that yeah! He doesn't need that baby car anymore!
I had no idea of the transaction that took place, as I was in the house. Later in the day we were outside and I hear this buggy coming up the road and thought to myself "Boy that loud thing sounds like Matthew's old car". Next thing I know everyone is out and he is asking the baby how she likes her car and kissing her and showing her how to beep it and putting little rocks in her front compartment. That's when my husband explained, Yeah...We gave it to her earlier this morning. Like no big deal, he does these things all the time. It was a first for him, as well.
I think letting go of Matthew's buggy is a big step for both of us. Neither of us, want to see our little baby grow up. Although Eric will argue that to him, Matthew isn't a baby anymore, Mommy tells him when he is 100 years old, he will always be my baby. Just as much as we love the baby in him, we love each new stage and revel in his new achievements or new loves and new discoveries.
This past week, I got him a book at the library called "I Can Do It Myself". It is a Sesame Street simple book that I knew he would love. He has been asserting himself with getting his own snacks, cleaning up trash, putting things in the sink for a long time now. It is my fault that we don't have a routine for getting out of the house everyday. I really have to start stressing to him, lightly though that he needs to start doing more like getting himself dressed. He can do it. It is just that I have, just out of habit I think, been doing it for him. It isn't til I see someone like his little girlfriend Princess N come over and go in the bathroom with her change of clothes and then it's like, Oh Yeah!! Oops...Mommy!!! Why don't I have him doing that everyday? I know she is in day care/preschool and everyday of her life she has a routine, so that helps. But I also know that it is my job now and that all I have to do is to just ease him into it and reward him for it...just like I did to potty train him last summer.
So yesterday we started and he got this horrible little bulldog with a chain link coller tattoo that Daddy bought him for Easter as his reward. Granted, my little sensitive man (after Mommy's heart) cried during most of the process you would have thought I was asking him to jump off a cliff instead of putting his arm through his sleeve, but I just held firm...monotone voice, telling him that no one ever got boo boos from putting their arms through their sleeves. Oh, How Hard it was for me, listening to him say, Mommy just help me??? Like I was just letting him be sad...but for once Mommy's brains worked instead of my heart and I said "Honey, Mommy is helping you right now by not doing it for you". (sigh)
It's hard being the only one to handle every decision in someones little life, while trying to keep up a house and everything else that being a stay at home mom entails. Sometimes I do need a little nice guidance like hey....how about this? But in a way that is helpful and not like what are you stupid for not trying this?
Today we are going to take it easy and enjoy the nice weather and go to the playground. I have alot of packing on my mind this week, so I might be a little distracted. Today I was burning some cd's for our drive. Yesterday he was dancing to some AC/DC with Mommy so I thought, ok, well bring AC/DC for the drive to PA...mental note to mom along with some Pat Benatar, some 3 Doors Down, some Peter Frampton...etc..etc...etc...
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