Silence is golden they say...sometimes it's just silence...bursting at the seams with so many thoughts and worries and confusion, which putting words to seems to magnify...so rather, silence :)
Silence, however, can also simply be the result of being totally preoccupied with concocting up the most creative and convincing defense arguments for the countless assault, vandalism and similar charges you are inevitably going to be delivering on behalf of your 5 year old son!!
Sam has never been crazy about people coming into his space, but as he gets older his space seems to be growing at an alarming rate (currently about a 5m radius 'bubble') and now applies to things as well as people.
If making like an ostrich and burying my head in the ground when being overwhelmed with embarrassment and awkwardness was an actual possibility, my side of the Earth would strongly resemble a giant golf ball! Whether it's the kindly old gentleman turning around in his seat at Meghan's school function to coochie-coo Sam, the lady who suddenly appeared out of nowhere to squeeze passed our snugly positioned trolley (in which Sam was a passenger) in an already sensory-abusive supermarket or the young couple who unknowingly pushed their trolley tightly up against Sam's stroller in a crowded lift...each incident was met with the same intense and hostile behaviour from Sam (not even slightly deterred by the pain he must have felt when slapping the trolley in the lift). It's mind boggling for sure how his sensory challenges just continuously change and intensify.
But, as is almost always the case, there is another matter which so overshadows our Bash-full Smurf ;)
And it's also another reason for being a little quiet, fearing that sharing might attract the usual jinxing (you know, like v-wording and being healthy). I'm hoping that 'this' has been going on long enough to be a permanent part of our lives.
For the last 10 days Sam has not only pee'd in the potty every night, but has gone THREE whole days on just one nappy, which nappy comes off dry at bathtime! Yip, I believe our little dude is well on his way to being-potty trained...how awesome is that? Of course there's a twist. Would it be Sam if there wasn't? He refuses to sit on the one-and-only big enough potty we searched endlessly for, which is making for some entertaining housekeeping when standing over the potty and not all parts are adequately aligned or little curious hands go a-wandering :D But not for a second does this dim such an awesome step from Sam xxx
Looks like the most chilled, serene little guy ever - ppffftt! LOL!
