you are the consequence!

Let's just all put our heads down and try to make it through the next few weeks, ok? It seems like families all over the blogosphere are worried about the new school year starting, and over here is no exception. Henry's been talking a lot about missing his old school, missing L when he goes back to school, missing me and daddy, missing Kate.

This is one of his ways of expressing his anxiety. I don't know that he will actually miss any of these things, but it's a phrase he's found that conveys hey, I need some comforting. In reading back through some of my early posts, I remember that he used to miss things much more regularly. And back then he had all his pronouns backwards. So we have traveled from that point to this: where we have just occasional anxiety, with the correct pronouns. But the worry for the mom feels the same.

And the worry spills over to Thomas. He is not starting school yet- has one more safe year at L's house before the big changes start. But a couple of his buddies from L's are going on to kindergarten, and she is taking in 2 new infants. Tommy will be the big boy that the little ones emulate. Time marches on and on.

In a lighter vein, here is how my sons looked when we left the house this morning.

Longtime readers may remember that Thomas used to be positively traumatized when required to wear long pants in the winter. Well, all of a sudden, the past few weeks, he has been digging through drawers to find long pants and long-sleeved shirts to wear. And a long-sleeved shirt with a short-sleeved over it is even better. He thought he looked totally fashion today- down to the sunglasses.

For his part, Henry has taken to sleeping with no shirt (I guess he learned that from Daddy). He often sleeps in boxer shorts and then requests to just wear those for his underwear that day. Well, today he said "I want to keep my jammie pants on under my shorts." Only he was wearing long pants this time. Don't worry, I brought proper changes of clothes for both of them, in case L takes them out in public today.

Yesterday was a rough one for both boys. I was just thinking that we had almost made it through the summer without incident (remember Thomas' black eye last August?), but no such luck. L called yesterday to tell me that Tommy had been stung 4 times (by a wasp or hornet, we think, as bees can only sting once) on the back of his knee! Of course I had a heart attack, worrying that he would be allergic, but he was perfectly fine after she put some baking soda paste on the stings.

Henry's pain yesterday was of a different sort: the sting of shame, perhaps. At our last visit to the library (Monday), I borrowed an X-Men "junior novel"- a chapter book with no pictures except for a few pages in the center, with photos from the movie. Although Henry is a very good reader, he prefers large storybook-type books with lots of pictures. I was hoping to force his comfort zone by having him read this chapter book.

When I called him up for a bath Tuesday night, he had, clutched in his hands, the photo pages from the library book. Torn right out. I couldn't believe it. Henry has never ever damaged a book- library or otherwise. I guess I took it for granted that he understood that you aren't supposed to damage books. But maybe he just was never motivated to do so before.

Heavy sigh. So when I picked him up yesterday, I told him that we were going to go back to the library, return the damaged book, and tell the librarian he was sorry. Henry did not like this plan at all. He argued a bit and said he didn't want to go. I replied by saying that this was the consequence for damaging the library book.

He came over, pushed me right about my rib cage, and said "you are the consequence!"

You almost feel sorry for the kid because you can tell he wants to really tell me off, but he just doesn't have the language. He did a lot of crossing his arms, planting his feet, and saying "hmph!" on the way to talk to the librarian. He looked like he was going to cry and only managed a "sorry", while looking down. But that was enough. I feel like the point was made- I hope he learned a lesson. (Oh, and the librarians are super-nice and know him and I had called beforehand and talked to them, so they were very kind to Henry.)

The book only cost $5, so I am going to make him do a few jobs to earn the money. (In fact, I bribed him to pose for the photo above by telling him he could earn $1. Note his unhappy face.) On the way out of the library I stopped to give Henry a hug and asked if he felt embarrassed. He said yes. It's so hard to help him understand his emotions without putting words in his mouth. Oh, he also attempted to convey his anger toward me by declaring "you are not my mom!" I just brushed that off and said "of course I am." Luckiest mom in the world, even on a day like this!