I've been living in 2.5 to 3 weeks time blocks, it seemed, all of this summer. First, the husband was away for 2.5 weeks. Then, my father visiting us for 3 weeks. And now, my hearing's almost completely back to normal (thank God, and thank you for caring), 2.5 weeks after the infection in my right ear was detected.
And with that, I was able to get back to driving again, and there is some independence with being more mobile in that sense. When I didn't in the last 2.5 weeks, for safety reasons, it was nonethless nice to be chauffeured around by my husband like in the beginning when we got here, before I went behind the wheel!
And especially at the supermarket, I could ask him, "Can you go after Ben please?", whenever Ben was in his 'explorer' mode (read: running amok in the store). And I didn't have to ask for help with loading our groceries (which always came to a lot) into the boot, or worry about offloading everything by myself once home. It's much easier, than when I am normally going with Ben only, or both Ben and Jon, to buy a week's worth of groceries, or even half of that, and have my hands so full, I tell the boys tongue-in-cheek of course, "Look, mommy's a strong woman indeed!". Haha!
Anyway, I was going to say, that we've only got like two weeks odd of summer left, before the boys start school. And judging from how short a timeframe 2.5 to 3 weeks is, I know it will be over soon! These few days also, the sky does look like it's beginning to grow darker, earlier already, never mind that on the whole, the days are still longer this time of the year and I've been kidding myself into thinking that I can stay up later for longer nights, too.
I realised more and more though, that with kids, for us parents to go to bed after 3 am, isn't the wisest thing to do. At least one of our two boys, even though they are sleeping as late as 11 pm or later, will somehow decide to wake up at 6 am and not want to go back to bed, nor need a nap later in the day. I don't know how they do that, but I sure wish I have that kind of energy. But no, when one kid's up, and especially if it's the little one, you just can't expect to sleep in. And if I hadn't slept well myself, I get grouchy more easily when they are grouchy, and vice versa.
So yes, like many a mommy and some daddies more than others, I'm already worrying about this and that associated with school re-opening. And other than for all of us to have an earlier bedtime, there are little things like what I should pack for Ben's lunch, that I have to get round to. It will not be the same thing as Jon's and Vern's (usually extra portions from dinner set aside for their lunchboxes), since it should be some finger food that Ben can eat easily and quickly enough as his classmates who will probably be eating some sandwich and the likes. Only thing is Ben isn't into bread and jam, or ham or raw vegetables.
There are days, amidst us preparing Ben to start school (yes, it's going to be his first time!) and my constantly telling him the separation anxiety will be there but we can do it, when he will look me in the eye, and say, "Mommy, I don't want to go to school." Followed by, "I want to stay home with you.".
The other day, he decided too, why not just ask Jon to take home his homework for him? Not that there's going to be homework, I don't think so. But Ben sounded pretty serious when he came up with this rather clever idea, "Gor Gor can pick up my homework. When we go and pick him up (after school), I will do my homework.".
Jon, on the other hand, I wish, would show a more ready interest in his schoolwork. His latest obsession is with Playmobil, after he had a great time not too long ago, playing with the figurines belonging to our friend Chin Tong, who also came up with a game that required Jon to do some thinking and mapping out of strategies. So, talk to Jon about Playmobil, and he can go on and on about how wonderful it is. But ask him to write about it, and he will drag his feet.
We've tried everything from upping rewards to removing privileges, and Jon had also struck a deal with his daddy to eventually exchange (not yet) his reading and writing efforts for a cool Playmobil set that was Gong Gong's gift to him. Still, it takes so much to get him to sit down to read and write, that I sometimes just feel like throwing in the towel.
Jon can do it when he wants to, but when he has his mind on something else, which happens a lot, it is very trying and tiring. I don't think he understands what I mean though, when I say it's bad enough for me to "vomit blood", but there are such days that I feel that Jon is not going on 7 but 14, and he must think we don't understand him either!
But I am beginning to see, no matter how frequently as babies our boys would cry every 2 hours to be nursed night and day, their physical needs are still far easier to meet than emotional ones.
I do not have the answers to so many things, and I know you must have your own solutions to share, and for me to learn from. But above all else, I need to just leave it all in the hands of our good Lord.
How can I connect better with my own kids, and meet their needs, and place them above my own? There is just so much worrying any parent can do.
Lord, help me do my best, and the rest is up to you.