Aaron’s good at that!
War: A struggle or competition between opposing forces or for a particular end
According to the above definition, Aaron and I are in a state of war. We are actually in a state of war on two fronts. One front has been ongoing for a long time…………the other is fairly new, but escalated today.
Moore War One: The Fan Wars
Aaron has a tendency to get hot. Not hot as in angry……well, sometimes he does do that…….but hot as in just hot……like sweaty hot. Yuck! Of course, it could have something to do with the fact that he often has his fuzzy blanket thrown over his lap as he sits at his desk and is on his computer. And under that blanket may very well be long pajama pants, slipper socks AND slippers, and even a long sleeved shirt. Never mind that we’ve told him time and again that he is way overdressed. This is how he seems to be comfortable and if Aaron is comfortable then there is a slim-to-none chance that he will change what he is doing.
Aaron’s solution to being hot isn’t to dress lighter, although at times he does put on shorts along with a cooler shirt………while still using that fuzzy blanket. His solution is to turn on his ceiling fan, no matter what time of year it is. The whirring of his ceiling fan is a very common sound upstairs where his bedroom is located.
A year or two ago I bought him a little portable fan to put on his bookcase beside his desk. I showed him how this fan could be used to blow on him and keep him from being so hot. I thought that this was a great idea and was sure that Aaron would agree. I should have known better. Before long, we noticed that the fan was positioned to blow directly on Aaron’s computer………..not on Aaron himself. So I moved the fan back to the blowing-on-Aaron position……only to walk in later and find it in the blowing-on-the-computer position.
When questioned, Aaron told us that his computer gets hot and so he uses his nice, new portable fan to blow on his computer in order to cool it down. No amount of persuasion, pleading, demanding, or scientific data showing otherwise has caused Aaron to budge on this issue. He is sure that his computer is too hot and that it needs the constant blowing of his fan in order to cool down and not explode, I guess. Aaron keeps his ceiling fan on for himself, and has changed his little blowing-on-Aaron fan into a blowing-on-the-computer fan.
He also thinks that these fans need to be running constantly. I do not agree. When we leave the house, I always tell Aaron to turn his fans off. And sure enough, sneaky Aaron will somehow manage on many mornings to keep those fans turned on……..as he did today. Sometimes he’ll even go back into the house under the guise of getting something or doing something – but in reality he is sneaking back upstairs to turn those fans on.
So the Fan Wars continue and will for the foreseeable future, I’m sure.
Moore War Two: The Body Wash Wars
Do you remember Aaron’s body wash that he said contained confetti? Well, he threw it away one day because he said it was empty. I rescued it from the trash because it was by NO means nearly empty. When turned upside down, there were days and days of future showers in that bottle. Listen, I am the woman who cuts open plastic bottles in order to use all the remaining face wash or lotion or other such things that are in there……..days and days of face washes and lotions I have found inside those bottles! So no way was I letting Aaron throw away days and days worth of his confetti body wash!
Aaron does not have my thrifty nature. He also does not seem to appreciate upside down bottles. He has refused to use the body wash that has gathered in the upside down bottle. I have persevered, though, even while he got under his sink and pulled out a full, new bottle of a different brand of body wash. He has used this entire bottle, even while the confetti body wash has remained there, upside down and untouched.
This morning Aaron came into my bathroom and said, “Mom, I threw out those hair detergent things. When I turned it up and squeezed, it made an air sound.”
Now notice that Aaron said he threw away those hair detergent things…….plural. But then he referred to the air sound as coming from only one bottle. Uh-huh. He took the opportunity of having one empty bottle as a chance to throw both bottles away. Who does he think he’s dealing with? An amateur? No way!
After I got home from taking him to his group, and had turned his fans off, I checked his bathroom trash can. Yes, I knew it! He had thrown away his upside down confetti body wash that still has days and days of showers left. Now that bottle of confetti body wash is perched upside down once again in his shower. I am not easily defeated.
Problem is, neither is Aaron. Things could get hot around here! Wonder if he’d let me borrow his little fan?
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!