Dad is with Richard in heaven now. I sometimes try to imagine it, the two of them together up there. Both have new bodies and are totally equal physically and mentally. Did they hug when they saw each other? Are they ever beside each other as they sing and as they worship? Richard doesn’t smell anymore and Dad doesn’t have to explain him to anybody, or be embarrassed. I wonder if Richard still talks fast, and does Dad still smile patiently at him? I doubt it, but it’s fun to think about.
Aaron does not have a political bone in his body. He doesn’t understand politics nor does he care to understand politics. He’s probably better off that way. Of course, since there is so much on the news now about the presidential campaign, he can’t help but notice. And if Aaron notices something, he will talk about it………which all of you who read this blog know very well. Aaron talks and I blog. It’s never-ending!
Last night Aaron was in the family room during part of the GOP convention. It was time for good old back tickling with the back scratcher. Ann Romney had just begun her speech when we sat down. Aaron wanted to talk, as usual, but I told him that I wanted to listen to this speech. Aaron tried to be quiet, which is very hard for him to do. As Mrs. Romney spoke, Aaron began making comments. I have learned that when someone is giving a speech or is performing in some way, such as singing………..and if these people are animated with their voices or their facial expressions…………then it drives Aaron nuts. He seems to want people to be calm……flat……inexpressive……..unemotional……….boring.
A political rally is not calm……flat……inexpressive…….unemotional…….boring. Therefore, Aaron was becoming agitated. He began muttering softly at first, but as Mrs. Romney’s speech progressed, so did Aaron’s comments.
“She’s dumb!” Aaron, she is not dumb. Ann Romney is very smart.
“She’s stupid!” Aaron, she is not stupid. Don’t say those things.
“She’s crazy!” Aaron, you do not call anyone crazy.
“Tell her to shut up!” OK, Aaron! That’s enough!
I tried to get him to express to me just what his frustrations were, but he had a hard time with that – as always. And then Chris Christie came on. If Aaron thought that Ann Romney was crazy, he definitely believed that Christie was even crazier. Oh boy………..here we go!
The comments started and so I stopped Aaron in his tracks. He just listened for a short time, trying to figure all this speech stuff out. Then he said, “It seems like they make up stories to make themselves BE one!”
How interesting! I asked, “They want to make themselves be what, Aaron?”
He answered, “They want to make themselves look cool!”
Our very perceptive Aaron. Whatever we believe about politics, every politician is trying to sell themselves…….and Aaron gets it. And Aaron doesn’t like it – any more than we sometimes dislike this whole process of politics.
Aaron continued to watch. Christie’s name came up on the screen………….Chris Christie (R). Aaron looked at his name and saw the (R) – then asked, “What’s the (R) for?” I told him that it stood for Republican.
Aaron’s response………..”Oh, I thought he was rated R!”
HaHaHa! Maybe this whole convention should be rated R………..at least for Aaron. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind one bit if we restricted him from having to watch any more of it at all!
All of us probably wish that certain areas of politics could be restricted! Aaron may have come up with something!
Aaron was walking through the family room the other night. We had a football game on the television, but at this time there was yet another annoying local car commercial playing. Aaron doesn’t like yelling………which is quite a mystery, since he doesn’t seem to mind his own yelling.
Aaron paused, turned toward the TV, and after a few seconds he said (with disgust), “That car salesman is a yell mouth!!”
And once again, Aaron has nailed it.
I took Aaron to the lab this morning for his routine blood work that he needed to have done before his Epilepsy check-up in a couple weeks. Aaron knows the routine well………..and so do I. As I check him in at the front desk, I am amazed as always that the receptionist doesn’t know how to pronounce any of his meds. Seriously……….can she not even sound it out? Oh well – I have other things on my mind as I gently oversee Aaron and his curiosity as we stand there waiting for her to figure out her pronunciations. He loves the green Indian mask kleenex holder…….the one where the kleenex is coming out of the mask’s nose. This is right up Aaron’s alley, believe me! But he also has to pick up the little rubber bear and the hand sanitizer and a pen that is laying there………as I watch to be sure he doesn’t slip the coveted pen into his pocket. I know his tricks!
The waiting room was empty, which is always a blessing………..so we were able to head straight back and let Aaron sit in the chair. He stuck his arm out………the arm with his watch pushed halfway up to his elbow. And I wonder what the tech thought of that watch………..and what she thought of the funny mouth noises Aaron makes………..and I realized that we are also blessed by the fact that Aaron has never been bothered by needles and tests. He watches her carefully as she prepares the vials and then steps away to do something…….and I watch Aaron carefully as his eyes roam over the very interesting table right beside him, full of all the vials and the tourniquets and so many other interesting things……things that he will pick up to examine if I don’t keep an eagle eye on his every move. She returns, and he watches every part of the process of having his blood drawn. He rarely even flinches when the needle enters his vein, and he keeps a curious eye on each move that she makes as his blood is removed.
Soon we were on our way, and on this particular morning I told Aaron that we would go up the road to Wal-Mart. Happy, happy Aaron! He talked the whole way about this and that, as he always does, but was especially excited to tell me about a car he had seen the day before. “Mom! I saw a car yesterday with TWO policemen beside it. It didn’t look like there was a wreck, but the car’s LID was popped up!” So we talked about why car lids sometimes pop up and why the police were there…………as we walked into Wal-Mart and Aaron waved at the outdoor cameras as he always does. Good morning, security guards! Smile!
This was a trip for junk food, I will admit. This made Aaron even happier, of course. I told him to choose a drink and of course he said, “Can I have beer?” He says this a lot, and he always laughs, and if I don’t laugh then he will repeat it until I do…….so I laugh and he chooses his flavored tea and off we go to the chip and candy aisle. He carefully mulled over the selections, knowing that Mom has limits, and after choosing some Twizzlers he suddenly turned and said, “Mom, can I buy Dad something? I love him!” I wonder if the shock showed on my face. Aaron rarely, rarely, offers up such sentiment………and without being prodded or reminded………..this was totally spontaneous from him. This was a proud moment for me and I was hoping that the other shoppers nearby heard my son as he wanted to buy his Dad something…………his dad whom he LOVED!! I have lots of moments with Aaron when we are out in public………..embarrassing moments and frustrating moments and tense moments………but not very many truly proud moments. Of course, I was hoping that these same shoppers didn’t hear Aaron asking if he could have beer or hear him talking about how he likes to make funny comments about the women’s bras. Let me have my ONE proud moment, OK?!
We went over to the beef jerky aisle as I looked for something that Gary would like in the line of meat or trail mix…….not candy for Gary. Aaron looked over the selection quickly as he was in a hurry to go to the DVD aisle and being loving to Dad was taking a little more time than he wanted. “Mom, does Dad like beef and jerky?” And Aaron was off in a trot to look at DVDs as I chose something…………straight from Aaron’s heart……..but this is something else that we understand about our Aaron.
We looked at DVDs and Aaron had to rush over to ask the sales clerk for help even as I told him not to bother her. This happens every time that we are in any store. I wonder if the sales clerks all know Aaron and dread his arrival. Oh well………I thanked her and once again told Aaron he didn’t need to bother her. We chose a cheap DVD……….Chuck Norris – hopefully full of excitement but good values. Soon we had paid and were heading out the door, where Aaron just HAD to stop at the ice machine. There was a repairman on a ladder, with his head stuck in the open door of the machine and Aaron asked him if the machine was broken. I wanted to be sarcastic and tell Aaron no, that this man was just trying to cool his head…….but Aaron doesn’t get sarcasm so I just smiled and hoped that nice man didn’t mind answering a silly question.
Soon we were home again, home again. Aaron made sure he grabbed the bag with his DVD first and then helped carry in a couple more. He ran downstairs to show Gary his new movie, and then ran back down to take him his turkey sausage rolls. Then it was up to his room, where he turned on his fans and put on his headphones and began whatever it was he wanted to do on his computer.
I will probably hide the Nutty Bars, knowing that if I don’t then they may all disappear by day’s end. I will have to delegate the Twizzlers, if I can stay ahead of Aaron on that. And I will think of the blessings of life with Aaron on this day…………not that he had to go to the lab, which is a stark reminder of his Epilepsy and of seizures…………but that he actually enjoys the lab and that he loves a simple trip to Wal-Mart and that he’s not embarrassed to be seen with his mom. And that I actually had a moment where I was not embarrassed by something Aaron said but was PROUD!!!
Little does Aaron know how many times I say to myself, “Can I do something for Aaron? I love him!”
What a difference a day makes! Aaron has been very happy today. He and I have both laughed at some of his antics, and I’ve laughed at some of the things he has said. I don’t know if it’s good night’s sleep he had; the seizure he had at 2:30 this morning that rearranged some of those neurons; looking forward to his trip to the mall today and the food fest that usually occurs; or a change in the weather that’s on the way…………but he’s been happy and lots of fun this morning.
It began when I went into his room to get him out of bed………..and his bed was empty. He hasn’t played this trick in awhile, but I know what an empty bed and closed door usually means. It means that Aaron is hiding from me, just like a kid would do. It didn’t take me long to figure out that he was hiding in his closet because the door was slightly ajar………..and Aaron never allows the door to be partly open, even a crack. So I opened the door and there he was, laying on the floor like someone in a crime scene. He was very droll about this unusual sight of a grown man crammed into a little closet, laying on the floor, but he was also very pleased with himself for his brilliant hiding place.
He successfully drank his coffee outside as he sat in the mulch doing his “mulch thing.” No spills today on his white shirt. Yay! Then on the way to meet his group, he said, “Mom, it was funny that I fell yesterday when I spilled my coffee.”
No, Aaron, it wasn’t funny. It was scary that you fell.
And he said, “Well, it was half funny then!”
There he goes with that half business again, which makes him totally funny to me………..and I laughed and he wondered what I thought was so funny as I patted his leg………….and told him that HE’S the funny one. No response, as usual, to that comment.
Talk then went to policemen and I have no idea why. “Mom, there are different kinds of policemen, right?”
Right, Aaron. “Well, which one is it that’s the country cop?”
The country cop? So as I dropped Aaron off I’m still not sure if the country cop is the state policeman or the sheriff……………because Aaron hasn’t quite figured this out yet.
And as usual, I’m trying to figure Aaron out as well as country cops. I have the whole day ahead to do this! And that’s a good thing.
Here we go again. I heard it from upstairs…….the sound of the plastic containers full of coffee hitting the floor and then the thump. My heart sank as I hurried downstairs to check on Aaron. He was fine, although sprawled on the floor with spilled coffee all around him. He jerked and dropped his coffee yet again………lukewarm coffee, thankfully. And thankfully he didn’t throw his coffee containers as he has been known to do when he’s in a rage. This was a true accident, but messy and discouraging none the less.
I was frustrated with Aaron this morning over a couple things already and this didn’t help, believe me. My compassion for him still hasn’t quite kicked in yet. He has cleaned up and showered, and seems to be fine. I hope he’s not bruised.
I just stood and looked at this mess………coffee all over the floor, the cabinets, on and under the frig. UGH! And I thought of how many times I’ve just felt like throwing in the towel. We all do, don’t we, whether we are parents or not. But we can’t quit. God doesn’t and we can’t. Especially as parents……….these children are given to us by God and He wants us to hang in there despite how tough it sometimes is.
So instead of throwing IN the towel, we throw ON a towel. We clean the messes up step by step, bit by bit. We’ll see progress one day, even if it’s slow to come…………even when we just stand there and don’t know where to start. God gives patience; and God gives us the same grace toward our children or others that He has extended to us. We clean up the messes, whatever they may be, and we push forward.
The rest of the day is before us. It’s up to me now not to mess up my reactions and my attitudes. I’ll need to grab another towel if I’m not careful!