How does my kid know where to play his cards?
First, having Paco on my list makes me go up and down. I get so frustrated. He is taking after me in the interrupting people. I remember at his age, my grandmother getting so frustrated. (By the way, my goal in the next few weeks is to re-read my postings and work to not repeat, if I get repetitive, feel free to comment me. My memory is not as powerful as it once was). Anyway, my grandmother hated it when I interrupted. 33 years later, I see why. He also is quiet when he speaks, but loud when he moves. Steve. Lemon is just loud. Me.
We headed to a new friend’s house (for all three of us) this AM. Steve had to work today; so I appreciated the time filler. It was so odd to explain my story to someone new. Fortunately, she is easy-going and strong.
Our afternoon visitor had a spider bite, so Paco asked if (after naptime for me and Lemon) we could go to the pool. I found I was so nervous. I have not taken the kids anywhere adventurous on my own since the surgery. I paid for the summer city pools pass when I went with Shan and Cindy. At least I knew Lemon was not a complete aggressive one in the pool. I was actually quite scared. With lifeguards and all. Steve was not there. Paco led the way, thank goodness. We laid out our stuff and then Lemon tried to follow him into the pool. Lemon thankfully had a bit of fear. For 10 minutes, I was just hanging in the shallow end waiting for Lemon to conquer his own fear. And then I ran into two wonderful families (and a third set of kids) that knew me well. I cannot tell you what it means to know there are people who know your story, know you well enough to tell when you are off, simply know you. Throughout the following 2.5 hours, I just felt stronger and stronger. And man, Lemon is meant to be a swimmer. He can let the water swish in his mouth and swish out like a true swimmer.
The frustration was Paco wanting to protect Lemon and coming between us. Lemon likes space. Paco likes to help. Paco’s efforts to give guardian affection was not particularly welcome. I was frustrated at first. Telling Paco to stop coming between me and his brother. But then we all sat out for some snacks and everyone got along better. I think Paco was also partly worried about me. I think he could see my nerves. At the end of the day, I had to thank him. He is the reason we chose Davis. It is through him I had the two families put me at ease. He has helped me make incredible friends.
We got home after six. The kids ate green beans and chicken taquitos. And we are all happily tired. I had some odd feelings about 9 PM. But then I sent a text to Bea and she had dealt with similar feelings. It is a physical sensation that my head is sending my body shivers. I am wondering if, for now, it is simply my body’s way of saying, “sit down.”
So right now, I feel remarkably protected by my community. And I feel gently pushed by my son to go back to my old world. And the little one, well, he just wanted me close by while he discovered his own skill set. Then he asked to go to the crib (“cuna” in Spanish, is the word he uses) and snuggled me for one three-minute song before he leaned into the cuna.
At the end of the day, things were accomplished. Oh, and the water improved what is left of the owie scab mark on my head. Photos to follow…
