Category: Joshua

Um, can  I get sued for that post title? I hope not. Disney Vader, Darth Mickey, whoever’s running the Star Wars show these days, I promise to change it if it offends you. But seriously, I have lived out what feels like a saga.

It all started about six weeks ago or so, when Joshua’s teacher informed me that he qualified to represent his class in the school’s Math Olympics. YESSS!! Needless to say I was proud. Math skillz are good to have and I’m glad he’s got ’em! But I knew, even before I told him about it, that he wouldn’t want to do it. You see, Joshua has a fear of competition. He’s a really good swimmer but he does NOT want to be on a swim team where he would have to compete. I’m not even sure he’s afraid of losing…it’s just the idea of competition I guess.

I knew I was going to have to convince him to do it.

So I told him about it, and before I could even finish a sentence he started crying. I explained that all it would involve was him sitting in a classroom and taking a test with other kids. It wasn’t a race, and I didn’t care how he scored. I just wanted him to be brave, use his talents, and try.  He wasn’t  buying it. After much wailing we shelved the discussion for awhile.

And then I got a brilliant idea: bribery! I knew just the thing that would do it,

You see, for Christmas, Sophie gave Joshua an Obi-wan Kenobi costume (that I had purchased at Target on clearance after Halloween, WORD.) But by mid-January, Joshua had yet to wear his costume, becauuuuuse…he didn’t have a blue light saber. Oh em gee, BFFs, apparently my boy is a big enough Star Wars nerd that he cannot allow Obi-wan to fight with another color saber. ‘Cause that would just be WRONG.

So, I approached the future mathlete again and said: “Joshua, if you do the Math Olympics, I’ll buy you a blue light saber.”

“You will?” he said as his tears dried up.

“Yep.”

“Ok, I’ll do it!”

Woohoo! Victory! We made a deal that after school on February 21, the day of the great Math Olympics, we’d go to the store and get him the blue light saber.

February 21 was the Thursday before last.  My math teacher dad even came over Wednesday afternoon to help Joshua do some extra studying for the big event.

So of course, Joshua woke up puking Wednesday night at 11:45.

Son of a BISCUIT!

He was really upset and wanted to still go to school, and I was so anxious for him to be able to be able to try and be brave and test his courage, that I was going to let him. So we got him all dressed and ready for school, but about 5 minutes before it was time to go, the color drained from his face and I knew he was too sick. “I don’t think I can go.” His lip quivered. “But I really want the blue light saber.”

Ugh. What’s a mom to do?

Of course I told him I would still get him the blue light saber. He was ready, willing, and prepared to do the Math Olympics. But he was sick.

Sigh.

So that night, after we Daddy took Sophie to swim lessons, Joshua, Jonah and I went to Target to get the blessed blue light saber.

Which they were of course, OUT OF. OF COURSE.

Dubya. Tee. JEFF. (That’s right, if your name is Jeff, I just TOOK IT in vain!)

So I dragged a sick kid and a toddler to yet ANOTHER store on a freezing cold night, and hallelujah! Toys R Us came through (because I was NOT going to make a run for KMart. Not that night. Jonah was not having it)!

Joshua got his blue light saber.

Obi-Wan got his costume completed.

I have no idea what I got out of the deal!

A happy boy, I guess. And another light saber to almost trip over and break my face on every day. Whee!

 

Nine years ago today at nine a.m. exactly, and after a whole lot of effort and trauma, I became a mom. I gave birth to my first baby boy, Joshua Kenneth.

I would like for someone to explain to me how he went from this:

To this:

In like, 2.2 seconds.

Because the last nine years truly have flown by. And my boy has gone from a snuggly baby to a hilarious toddler to a ginormous 3rd grader, all in the blink of an eye.

This past year I have watched him conquer his fear of water and become an excellent swimmer.

I have watched him love on and teach his little brother. I’ve witnessed his rise from Star Wars ignoramus to Star Wars expert. (As Emily says, the NERD is strong with this one!)

 

I have watched him get his feelings truly hurt by a friend for the first time, and tried to help him through that. That’s been a hard growing pain this year. But, I’ve also had the joy of seeing him make and cultivate new friendships.

He’s made me proud as inch by inch, he is conquering some of his other fears.  He’s becoming more aware of adult conversations around him. He’s still innocent, but he’s growing up fast.

He’s still my most loving and affectionate child, and I’m so glad he still loves to snuggle me. He also loves to hear me tell stories about him when he was little. Because he was such a joy, so EASY, I sometimes long for his babyhood back. “Mommy, was I your BEST baby?” He’ll ask me when he needs a pick-me-up.  And I’ll tell him a story of how his Daddy and I used to take him everywhere because he was just so darn agreeable. And then remind him that I love his siblings just as much (gotta keep it real, kid!)

I’m very proud of who my Joshua is and who he is becoming. Most of all I am proud of the way he treats others. I think he truly does treat them (with the exception of his sister, perhaps. Ergh.) as he would want to be treated. What more can a mother ask for?

Happy Birthday, baby boy. I love you!

 

Sometimes I feel like the meanest mom in the world.  And that is because I just quite possibly am. I don’t know why God felt I should be the mother of a sensitive son, but He gave me Joshua so apparently I am supposed to be. But sometimes I do not have the patience for his sensitivities and that makes me feel really, really mean.

Joshua is in 3rd grade, which means this is his 4th year of school – the same school since kindergarten – where they, like all schools are mandated by law to do a once-monthly fire drill.

Joshua hates fire drills. He doesn’t mind the drill itself but the sound of the alarm and the surprise of it all scares him and despite the fact that he’s participated in oh, 25 or so fire drills during his academic career, he still lives in fear of the fire drill. He starts getting very nervous near the end of the  month if they haven’t had one yet, and he gets mad if they have one near the beginning of the month because GEEZ WE JUST HAD ONE! IT’S TOO SOON!

Last week one of his older friends in our carpool had been informed by a teacher that the fire drill for September would be the next day, and he innocently mentioned this on the way home from school. Joshua busted through the front door after school and told me the dreadful news, breaking down in tears. TEARS.  He’s 8.5 years old! He cried about it at school last month which concerns me because, dude, they are going to start making fun of you for that soon. This is 3rd grade. You aren’t in kindergarten anymore. The next day I heard through the grapevine that whenever he wasn’t working, he was sitting at his desk with his hands over his ears. ALL DAY, until the fire alarm rang. AAAHH!!

My child is sensitive. (And maybe a little wimpy!) We’ve talked about it ad nauseum and there doesn’t seem to be anything Bobby or I can say to make him less afraid of the dastardly dreaded fire drill.

And I really want to tell him to just grow a pair, already!

See?

Mean, mean, mean.

Sigh.

Any suggestions?