Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!! I like to tease about this day being MY day…..Saint PATTY’S Day. However, I did not mention anything like that to Aaron this morning because he would only think that Mom is being weird……..and that would probably lead to him getting impatient with weird Mom. Mornings are already rather “iffy,” so I just didn’t burden him with my wit. Sorry that the rest of you are not so fortunate. J
I did make sure that Aaron was wearing a green shirt today. Not that he cares one little bit, but I do care. Not that he cares that I care……well, you get it. I decided not to make a big deal about today being Saint Patrick’s Day. That’s because Aaron might see it as some sort of holiday or a day to celebrate, and he does not usually like celebrations. All the noise of parties, and people acting weird (that’s how he sees it!), makes Aaron most unhappy and uncomfortable. He also feels like something extra is expected of him but he isn’t sure what that something is, so he becomes very irritated and then very vocal. A very irritated and vocal Aaron can ruin the best of celebrations.
I thought, though, that maybe I should tell him his shirt was green. You see, Aaron is color blind and I knew that to him his shirt probably looks like some shade of brown. I didn’t want others at his day group to maybe say something about him wearing green and then have him being clueless, so I told him this morning that his shirt was green since it is Saint Patrick’s Day. I should have left it there, but then I had to go and say something about knowing it might look brown to him.
“OK, OK, Mom!” he said as he walked away. “I don’t want to talk about this color thing again!”
Well, it’s not like we talk about this color thing every day, but I understood his frustration and I just left it alone. Ah, Aaron. He didn’t want to talk about this color thing, but over the weekend he did plenty of talking about other things. Let’s see:
SPRING: Aaron sees the seasons like this……winter is cold; spring is warm; summer is hot; and autumn is cool. Period. And each season should begin on its designated day with the appropriate temperatures attached. Therefore, I was not surprised yesterday morning when he said, “Mom, I was sitting in my room and I felt heat.”
Yes, Aaron, that’s because the furnace came on.
“The heat came on?” he replied. “I thought it was spring.”
No, spring starts on March 20……this Thursday.
“So it’s still winter?” he continued. I told him it was, and he predictably said, “Then why was it warm yesterday?”
I explained, as I have every season for many, many years, that we can have warm days in the winter and cold days in the spring and hot days in autumn and cool days in summer……
“So this Thursday it’s spring? Then it’ll be warm?” he asked as he walked away.
Yolanda: As he and I changed his sheets this weekend, Aaron was talking about his good friend, Yolanda, and how he let her borrow some DVDs. As we talked and I once again said the name ‘Yolanda,’ Aaron interrupted me by saying, “Mom, you say it in a bad way.”
I asked what I was saying in a bad way and he explained, “You say it YoLANDa but it’s YoLONDa!”
Oh. Well, I wouldn’t want to say it in a bad way so thanks for correcting me, Aaron.
HIS FACE: Last night after Aaron brushed his teeth, he came in our bedroom to tell me something that was very exciting to him.
“Mom! After I brushed my teeth, I looked up close in the mirror…..halfway…..and it looks like there are HOLES in my face!! See?”
And he leaned in very close to MY face so that I could hopefully see the holes in HIS face.
“Those are for SWEAT!!” he informed me.
And with that, he was off to bed and I was off to have a good laugh behind the closed bathroom door.
He and I went to Dillon’s this morning on his way to meet his group. He was happy at Dillon’s today. For one reason, he got TWO containers of Pringles along with his flavored water.
For another reason, Mom did not stand there talking to someone and totally messing up the routine.
He sat on the chairs outside the little bank annex there as he waited on me to finish in the self-checkout lane. I turned to look at him and this is what I saw.
Good old Aaron, still making his presence known in one form or another. I’ll take happy Aaron, though, in his green shirt…….or is it brown?
Peace out…..and Happy St. Patrick’s Day!