I was reading a blog a few days ago… the way I happened upon it was strange. He was a stranger… and I felt completely voyueristic, but I learned SO MUCH that I have revisited the blog for the last few days reading more, and more. I have a lot to learn about being a *better* person on so many different levels.
One of my goals after reading the blog was to update Ben’s more often. He does and says so many cute, funny and enlightening things each day, they should certainly be “recorded”.
a few months ago we went to dinner with Val while she was in town. She and I sat talking for about 30 minutes and he kept saying “let’s go mom”. I replied with, “in a minute when I am done talking to Val.” He pointed to her and then to the car door and said “You, get out.”
Well, at least I know he really understands what I am saying.
I always ask Ben who loves him and he replies with “Mommy” and I ask him who he loves and he says “Mommy”. (Occasionally I get Grandma or Grandpa as a response) A few months ago I asked him who he loved and he said “Peter”. Seriously? You haven’t seen Peter in MONTHS. I change your bum, I feed and bathe you, I read to you, sing to you, pray with you and snuggle you. And you love Peter? Wow. It has become his standard response to both questions. *I* personally feel like something in Ben knows that Peter needs his love. I have learned to accept it for that! 😉 (ftr, Peter is a friend of mine and has been for the past 4 years, he recently was diagnosed with an illness from which he may not recover)
We’ve been trying *unsuccessfully* to potty train. He has been really, really good about doing the brintzle in the potty, but he is having a hard time completing the BM’s. I have been told, and I have read that this is obviously the harder of the two to master. So I have been trying to be extra supportive of his “accidents” with regards to the BM’s. And I say.. “It’s okay, it was just an accident”. The potty training went on for about a month and I knew it was time to give up for a bit when he started to regress. When he wouldn’t have his “checkered flags” or “piston cups” (the markers on pull ups that tell you if they have remained dry) he would use my own words against me and say “It was just a accident mom”. ( I need to get this on video and add a link) In all seriousness, when he said this, I felt like *I* was the kook for him having an accident. This child is just WAY too smart for his own good.
Over the last 6 months he has had a few bad experiences I feel have traumatized him to a degree. They have revisited him occasionally and he woke one night scared and saying there were “bad men” in his room. (all the while he is frantically pointing in the air which pretty much freaked me out) I told him that Mommy and Jesus would not let the bad guys get him. I taught him to say “Jesus said go away bad guys” but it comes out as “Jesus said goway badguys” Cute, and hopefully effective.
The other day we were driving home and I was chanting “Benja-Benja, Benjamin – Benja-Benja-MIN” He started calling himself Benja. I would call him by name and he said “I Ben-ja”. We called Grandma during this time so that he could leave her a message. He said “Hi Grandma, disa Benja”. Poor Grandma, she has to get all those calls. Somedays, out of the blue he just wants to call her, and we do. They have a 2 minute conversation about whoknowswhat, and the bond is strengthened for him. He adores her.
I love this child with every fiber of my being. He has been, and continues to be a great blessing in my life. I am so blessed to have been entrusted with his sweet little soul, I only hope I can fulfill this calling to the potential that a valiant Daughter of God should.