I am fortunate to be married to one of the smartest, most generous, and funniest men I’ve ever known. I’m also fortunate that our five-year-old son takes after him. My husband is also incredibly patient, not easily angered and he has a tendency to like everybody he meets… This is where The Goose takes after me.
My Kid Inherited My Worst Trait
I love my son. He can be so sweet, so loving, and so considerate. But every once in a while I see a side of him that I recognize all too well. The side that, no matter how much he tries to stop it, can’t be contained. And, because I am the same way, I can see it coming from miles away.
Like a lot of kids, The Goose doesn’t necessarily do back flips when confronted with a bowl of vegetables. It’s not that he doesn’t like them. The boy has been known to eat an entire tomato (or two!) for his afternoon snack, and is always asking to take cucumbers in his lunch. But, if given the choice between baby carrots or a pudding cup, I can tell you for certain which one he’d choose.
Growing up, I was lucky to spend a lot of time with my great-grandmother. She babysat me nearly every day when my mom was working, and I learned a lot from her. My Great-Grandma made the best eggs and toast, she fed me Mrs. Grass soup for lunch everyday (she’d even let me drop the flavor ‘egg’ in), and she would read books with me for hours and hours (I still have many of these books – including my favorite book, Peppermint, that I used to read to The Goose when he was younger).
One thing my Great-Grandma did that always fascinated me was use a sewing machine. With her sewing machine, she made countless Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy dolls for her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She made almost all of my clothes, and she made clothes for all of my baby dolls. To me, her sewing machine was magic.
A few months ago my husband and I received a save the date from my cousin. He was getting married, in Cleveland, and having an adults only reception. I really wanted to go, but since Cleveland is about 2 and a half hours from Detroit, I wasn’t sure if we’d be able to.
You see, in the five years that we’ve been parents, my husband and I have never spent a night away from The Goose – at least not at the same time. Sure, I’ve taken him up north to visit my mom before and he’s gone on long weekends with his dad, but he’s never spent a night away from both of us at the same time.
Every day, The Goose is always the first kid to get off the bus after school. Except yesterday. Yesterday I watched kid after kid come down the steps and run to their parents, but not my kid. Finally, I saw him, and I could tell something was wrong. He came down the steps, walked over to me and said “My head hurts.”
When we got home, he crawled into my bed and went to sleep. I checked his backpack, and he had not eaten his lunch. I took his temperature and he had a mild fever. When he woke, about a half hour later, he asked for a red popsicle and a ham sandwich. He didn’t eat either of them. Instead, he laid on the couch watching episode after episode of Monsters Vs. Aliens. It was very peculiar.
When the weather starts getting warm, my family immediately starts planning trips to the beach, playdates at the zoo and picnics at the park. Since tomorrow is expected to be beautiful – and it’s Fun Day Friday – it is going to be a perfect day to have a cookout.
Cooking and eating dinner at the park is one of The Goose’s absolute favorite things to do. And I love it, too. It’s cheap, there is very little clean-up, and it is easy – especially since I keep a picnic basket stocked with all of the cookout items we’ll need (other than the food, of course)! I just grab the bag, throw it in the car and head to the park.
Before becoming a mom I knew that things change once you’re a parent. I expected the usual things, like not going to the bathroom alone, a messy house, and not ever being able to arrive on time. But there are a lot of other things I wasn’t prepared for.
Since becoming a mom, I can no longer…
Every night, The Goose and I watch Reading Rainbow on the iPad before going to sleep. (Read more about How Reading Rainbow Changed My Life here). A few nights ago, The Goose chose a book called Magic Trash. I was half-listening and half-going over my to do list for the next day when I heard the words Detroit and Mt. Elliott. (If you’re not familiar with Detroit, Mt. Elliott is a street on the East Side that is in an impoverished area of the city). Immediately, my ears perked up and I knew exactly what the book was about.
Magic Trash is a book about Tyree Guyton, the artist who started The Heidelberg Project.
Tyree used art to transform his neighborhood – an area of Detroit that was plagued by crime, covered with abandoned homes and burn down bulidings – into an artistically interesting place that attracted residents from across Metro Detroit, the country and the world.
Last spring we enrolled The Goose in a beginning indoor soccer program for pre-schoolers. He did really great, progressed quickly and seemed to really love it. So, in the fall we decided to sign him up to play on the outdoor rec team.
During the first practice with his new team, it became evident that The Goose was clearly uninterested in the game. He was running around on the field, not listening to his coach, and kept coming over to me asking for some water, complaining that he was too hot, too cold, or too hungry. He’d get upset if his socks got wet. He’d lay down on the grass if he got bored with the drills they were doing. And once, during an actual game, he sat on my lap and cried the entire time.
Last week The Goose was on spring break. Since my mom is in town visiting, and we’re saving all of our vacation resources for a big trip later this year, we decided to have a week-long staycation… or, as The Goose called it, a playcation. We had a lot of fun and made it a point to do something fun and exciting every day of the week.
We started our playcation last Friday, his first official day off. We went to Chuck E. Cheese for lunch and to play arcade games. Even though we’ve been there a dozen times, we still had a lot of fun. In the past, The Goose has always been terrified of Chuck E. Cheese (the mouse, not the arcade), and has never gotten close to him. (He even kept a safe distance when we had his birthday party there!). This time, however, was different.