My day yesterday, Sunday, began at 4:12….to be precise, like Aaron. Aaron had a seizure for the second early Sunday in a row. Then he had another at 5:45, so I just stayed up then, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. This is a very busy, tiring time for everyone. To start my day off so physically tired wasn’t what I had planned, but as usual my thoughts went to Aaron and how awful he was going to feel when he woke up.
I heard him upstairs through the baby monitor later in the morning, stirring and stretching and then getting out of bed. I knew that he was marking his wake-up time in his notebook that he uses to record all that important information about his life. Later he slowly made his way down the stairs. I noticed that he had on a different pair of pajamas than he had worn to bed, and I knew right away what had happened. I went up to his room after he and I talked for a minute to gather up his wet linens…..all of them, including his waterproof mattress pad. Poor Aaron. Such hard seizures take a toll on him, and can be embarrassing as well.
So the day began in earnest with mounds of laundry and mounds of Christmas preparations and plans to accomplish. I was thankful for the time that day to prep and plan, but as the day wore on I was very aware of my fatigue…..fatigue that was probably only going to increase as the week continued.
That evening, as I finally cleaned off the kitchen table to some degree, I was looking forward to a little time to chill out. Catch up on Facebook, look at emails, read the news….. But of course, I wasn’t downstairs very long before Aaron came thumping down the stairs. First he talked to Gary about the movie he had finished watching today, and then the current movie he was now watching. Soon he came to me at my computer, and began the same recitation. Gary and I finally had to tell him that movie talk needed to stop. We were depleted when it came to his long movie reviews and endless questions.
I had told Aaron earlier that maybe we could play a game of SkipBo……emphasis on MAYBE. As Aaron left me at my computer, the last thing I really wanted to do was to drag myself back upstairs and play a game of cards with Aaron. I was tired. And I was very weary of listening to all the movie talk. But we hadn’t played SkipBo in a while. This time of year takes much of the fun time away. I felt badly for Aaron, who asks me every single night of his life to let him know if we can “do something, like SkipBo …..”
It was around 9:30 when I went upstairs and asked Aaron if he wanted to play a game of SkipBo. He was very happy to hear me ask that question, so while he took his pills I shuffled the cards. We had a normal game, with me having to monitor Aaron’s every move in case he cheated and with Aaron thinking he had to monitor my texting with Andrea. I could feel my nerves getting a little more worn. Of all nights to have a slow game, this was not the night! But was it ever a slow game! Where were all the 3’s?! I was getting irritated for sure.
Finally the game was over! I wasn’t nearly as happy about winning as I was happy that I could go to bed at last……after turning off all the Christmas lights, fixing the coffee pot, helping Aaron get his bed all perfectly ready, and listening to his non-stop chatter. Ugh! All these thoughts were going through my mind as I put the cards back in their box. I looked up then to see Aaron sitting very still across the table from me, peering down at something on the table.
“Mom?” he asked. “What’s this?” I thought he was pointing to a little indention on our distressed kitchen table that’s become much more distressed under Aaron’s attention. I brushed him off with a quick “I don’t know. It’s just a little dot. A little mark.”
Aaron wasn’t deterred. “No,” he said. “It’s sparkling.”
And I knew then what “it” was. “It” was a tiny little piece of glitter from all the wrapping paper and glittery tissue paper I had used that day. Of course, Aaron noticed this miniscule piece of glitter that to most of us would have gone totally unseen. Or seen, but not cared about.
Not so with Aaron. He was intrigued by the tiny sparkle that caught his eye. He knew that it was worth exploring, so he did. Furthermore, he hoped that I would do the same. I was headed to the coffee pot when I stopped and turned around. There sat Aaron, pointing to the itty bitty glitter, and I was drawn to that scene as I stood there for a few seconds. I smiled as I realized that I should not miss this moment. So I walked back over to the table, and I bent over the little glitter particle with Aaron. We both smiled as we noticed the glitter’s tiny shimmer. I realized that this glitter wasn’t round, but that it had definite sides. I counted six sides, and so Aaron and I talked about the fact that this glitter piece was in reality a hexagon. It was pretty and sparkly and more complex than either of us realized until we took the time to look at it carefully.
All day today I’ve been thinking about that glitter moment with Aaron, and what I would have missed had I dismissed his interest in favor of a coffee pot to fix and Christmas lights to unplug. I would have missed a sweet moment with Aaron……a time of simple sharing…….a smile……a discovery.
At this time of year, especially, but at any time of year, I need to often remind myself to stop my fussing and flittering……and to take some time to see what Aaron sees. Take some time to see who Aaron IS. See the world through his eyes, with all its complexity and its beauty.
And to apply this lesson to so many other areas of my life as well. Stop to see what’s around me that’s not so obvious, lest I miss out on some real beauty and some sweet moments. Don’t let my schedule or my tiredness rob me of discovering some sweet moments with those I love…..or with those whom I need to know better…..or with those that I can help.
Coffee pots and other chores will always be there. Glitter has a way of blowing in the wind and never being seen again. I need to treasure it while I can……with Aaron, of course.
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All that glitters…may indeed be golden. God bless you & yours this Christmas Season!
God’s blessings to you and your family too, Steve!
I think as I read , when the tears start to roll down my cheeks , that in life being human and realizing its ok to cry , it’s ok to feel , and it’s ok to be touched by your blog always brings me around to what really matters. Thank you . I love what I read. I love to feel the love and wipe the tears away. You know crying is a healthy sign of real raw emotion and clears the clutter from our souls. Love to you and Aaron and family. Always. Sue
Oh Susan, I know just what you mean. Sometimes when I read or see something touching, especially with Aaron, then I can’t stop my tears. It’s good to feel and to love that deeply. I don’t let myself go down that road very often because I want to be strong, but when I do open those doors of my heart, it’s grab the Kleenex for me! Love to you and to Chris, and Merry Christmas!