Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Time Flies When You Drink It Away

At the end of the month, D. will turn three years old.

We have a lot planned. We'll be cutting his hair for the first time and, of course, three years of age marks The End of Early Intervention Services.

I can hardly believe that his third birthday is approaching. I mean, just yesterday, he was a scant three feet tall -- oh, I'm sorry, is my sarcasm showing?

Anyway. Yeah. It really is amazing. He has so much to say these days. He repeats everything we say, and we hear many multi-word phrases these days. "More juice please, Mommy," "Thank you, Mommy," "Chocolate milk!" "D. go bye-bye park?" "My bike! NOT YOUR BIKE! NO! NOOOOOOO!" It's touching, really.

So, about the haircutting thing. A lot of people are surprised to hear that we -- Mr. WG and I -- chose to keep that custom. We're not your typical religous folks, but, you know, when your kid is sick, you make a lot of deals with God. They make perfect sense when you make them, too. In your head, it really equals out. No haircut = Kid gets better. And then, later, when you've had a chance to sleep, when the taste returns to your food, you think, OK. OK. I owe God for this one. OK.

I began to imagine what the event would be like. I envisioned a party to which we'd invite the entire shul. Everyone who helped us when D. was born. Everyone who struggled with us through those first months. I would get up and make a speech, and everyone would say, "That was so beautiful, what you said."

You see where this is going? Yes, that's right. Another day that is ALL ABOUT WG.

Well. So, we moved about 11 months ago, but that was OK. I just figured we'd make a big party here, and invite everyone from the new shul. And I would get up and -- and then, Mr. WG and D. went to the Sotos conference. And Mr. WG came back and relayed something he had heard about not making such big parties for these kids, who can easily be overwhelmed.

I think a part of me always knew that was going to happen, but still.

We compromised. We're having the haircutting ceremony in the morning with the 6 of us and my parents, and most likely the Rabbi. Maybe 2 rabbis. Then, a friend will come and give D. a proper haircut so that he looks normal. Then, at 4, we'll have a big barbecue, to which I invited about 15 families. Smaller than I originally envisioned, but still quite respectable.

Should be fun.


3MGA mom said...

I'm still thinking about this post, but I thought you might want to weigh in at Ask Moxie right away (http://moxie.blogs.com/askmoxie/2006/10/qa_should_you_s.html#comments)
. I'm not sure if they're talking about you or someone else, but I bet your perspective would be valued.

Anonymous said...

This is more about an earlier post of yours - about having a child that is bigger than average...

I do too, though she doesn't have Sotos or any other syndrome, she just seems to be longer and heavier than average.

Anyway, just to say I can relate to all those people commenting on how big D. is. It's fun, isn't it... My Doodlebum, now 16 months, was off the charts at birth and is now just barely within the limits, so we get it all the time, too.

"Oh, she's in diapers size 5 now? My whateverthenamehappenstobe is 2 months older and he's barely in size 4!"

"She's tall! Is your husband tall???"

"Whoa, she's a big one, isn't she?!?"

The list goes on. I'm sure you get it way more than me, though. But hang in there, for what that's worth :)

Oh, and I'm new here, so hi. Found you through Ask Moxie.

sourpatchbaby said...

Hi, I just found you through The Naked Ovary. Just wanted you to know that I will be reading your archives, I will only post in the recent posts though. Umn, it's quittin' time now so gotta go!

Anonymous said...

I also just found you from Ask Moxie. I read through a lot of your archives. You are a fantastic writer, clearly a loving and caring mother. Hashem should give you Bracha and strength to continue doing what you are doing. And a good house keeper!

Anonymous said...

hi, i just found your blog through...um, nakedovary, i think. you are a fantastic writer...i don't remember the last time i came upon a blog and just had to peruse through the archives. you sound like a fabulous mom. thrilled to have found you. i didn't want to be one of those lurkers who doesn't even say hi...so hello!