The Tuesday after Memorial Day weekend, as I was about to drop off Sky to school…
“Mom, I have to tell you something. Promise you won’t get mad?”
“Alright, you can tell me.” I said with a smile, thinking that it was nothing big.
He gingerly took ot a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to me. And it said…
Can you please tell Schyler to stop flailing his hands and arms in front of his classmates faces?
Since, I decided to just choose my battles with my little man. I decided to just forgive him. I thought it was good for him to be open with me for now and for whatever mishap he might go through the next time.
We are currently processing our immigrant papers and one of the needed process is to undergo a medical exam. We already did the round with the doctor, but we had to go through a round of TB Testing with the State of Health in our county. Most of my coworkers already know this story – but for this afternoon – I have the insane need to vent out.
I was standing and talking with the doctor as she pushed the small needle under my skin for a good 3 seconds. I saw him on the corner of my eye getting jittery in his seat. When I turned to him and told him that it was his turn. He slithered under the table, circumvented on the floor – while crying and screaming like he was going to be murdered.
“It’s just fast Sky, come here sit on my lap.” I said.
He proceeded to flail around the room and shrieked with fear as I did my best to even try to touch him, but to no avail.
“I can’t do this. Schedule it for another time.” The doctor said, who didn’t look like she was used to small injection-fearing boys.
Sky then stood up and RAN.
He RAN outside the building as I tried to catch him while I hurriedly re-scheduled his TB Testing for another day. I felt a bucket of sympathy from the receptionist while I did my best to spell Sky’s name while I look in horror of him running amok on the building lobby and skidded his way to a pile of wood chips under the trees in the parking lot islands.
As I ran outside and shouted at him to get in the car. He continued to cry and shout angry words at me.
Then, I lost it.
We drove home with me transforming to part banshee, part monster – all Filipina mom. I scolded him the old fashioned Flipino way.
It was not pretty. at. all.
I was angry with knowing that this will be a set us back a week or two in the process and I was extremely embarrased with how he acted.
And the sad part is, I have to go back in that building with my maniacal-injection-petrified son tomorrow and have my husband hold him down if need be to make it happen. It has to happen.
He is now grounded from using his Kindle, toys, TV and limited only with playing or staying outside in the backyard with some books, coloring books, paper and pencils to keep him company – until further notice.
Your son made the honor roll? Got an award in school? Completed a piano recital with a smile? Or recently got promoted to a Taekwondo blue belt?
Well, my son is in the other side of the spectrum. He does not have any problems academic wise. But, oh boy is he a freakin’ fireball. Always going against the grain. Always trying to push the limits. Always wanting something more.
And he is exactly like me, a long time ago.
The day after, I cringe at some of the words and scoldings I did. But, I was so angry and frustrated. And I am only human. I have always been afraid of showing Sky how the real world works by giving in to his every whim as much as I can.
But I do not want to raise a Spoiled Rotten kid.
I don’t want him to think he is privileged.
And I most certainly don’t want him to grow up being a “victim” all the time.
This afternoon, when I picked him up from school. He said, “You didn’t let me play with my friends yesterday.”
I again lost it – but just a little bit.
We drove home and commanded that he pack away his things and to go back to the backyard. And stay there. Until I tell him it’s time to go inside.
And I do this because I Love him.