Saturday night we needed to run out so Andy could buy some sneakers. I’ve taken Michael to DSW shoe warehouse before, and all of those loose shoes everywhere are too much temptation for him. Fortunately, it’s right next to Barnes and Noble. So Andy went shoe shopping while Michael and I played with the trains.
I set my expectations for Michael pretty low after several of the tantrums he threw last week, but I was hopeful. Imagine my surprise when he and a somewhat older boy started to play trains together. Next, a little girl approached the table. She grabbed a train from Michael, and he didn’t even bat an eye lash. He just picked up another train and continued to play. In the past, he used to try and push his way around the table, but on Saturday, he would pick his train up and walk around the child that was in his way. What a relief.
After the little boy and girl left, Michael played by himself for several minutes until another little boy approached. He was pretty young, and was sort of shy. Michael looked up, said “Hi, I’m Michael,” and than handed the little boy a train. It was such a sweet moment, and I was so proud of him.
Andy checked in once he was done shoe shopping, and I could see the tension on his face as he approached. He didn’t ask how things were going. He simply asked, “Are you OK?” I guess he was as concerned as I was.
I was sitting back, relaxed in one of the chairs. “Michael has been great. I’m fine. Why don’t you go look for those books you were interested in?” I said, nonchalantly.
As my dad would say, “It don’t get much better than this.”
Then it was time to leave. I gave Michael the normal 5 minute warning, but he ignored me. I asked him to go find Daddy, and he rejected the idea. I explained that he could walk out, or I could carry him out, and he started begging to stay. After several other attempts at logic, I picked him up and carried him – crying- to the car.
I’m starting to think it is a conspiracy to drive us all insane. They lull us in with a sense of security, then bam – craziness. That way, we never know what to expect. We spend all of our time worried about when they are going to let loose, and what they are going to do. We live in constant uncertainty. They are trying to break us now so that someday we will be crazy enough to hand over a set of car keys to them. An added benefit is that they lower our standards as to what good behavior is, so we’ll tolerate much more than we ever thought we would.
You think I’m being paranoid? I’m not. I used to say the same thing about Bill Gates and Microsoft. For years, no one believed me. Then, they released Windows Vista. I was vindicated. I’m sure I will when it comes to two year olds as well. Assuming I survive.