I've talked of emotional landmines in the past. It seems as if this past week has been jam packed with them, the hardest being today which "on paper" should have been a very easy one.
We (mom and I) took the kids to the mall as Valentina decided since she was potty trained (more on that in a bit) she was old enough to have earrings now. I have had her ears pierced twice and Trina tried to get me to do it a third time but Valentina threw a fit and refused so technically this was our fourth trip to have her ears pierced. Valentina climbed right into the chair and picked out her pink flower earrings and she was READY! She did end up wanting me to hold her while it was done and for the first time we lucked out and had two people there, one for each ear so they were done in one shot. Valentina flinched just a bit and I think it was more over the sound than anything else and then she was all happy and very proud of herself. Not a cry, not a whimper, just happy that she was so grown up to be wearing earrings.
I'm going to stick in the part about being potty trained right now before I get to fucking Chernobyl in a second.
Valentina does things on her own terms. She has her own timeline. Always has, always will. Sometimes it drives me crazy, sometimes it's the best possible thing. When Valentina wasn't walking but Trina decided she needed to be and was tired of waiting around for the "first steps" moment, sissy literally took her around the house, holding her hands and then would let go in hopes that Valentina would just keep walking. Yeah, Valentina would just plop down on the floor. It was very clear that Valentina WAS ready to walk, she knew how, she was flying all over the house, barely holding on to couch or table or whatever else was there but she REFUSED to walk on her own. I kept telling everyone to just calm down, once Valentina decided she wanted to walk, she was going to walk and walk perfectly and never fall down. Sure enough, one evening we were all together, Asa was chasing her and Valentina just took off walking. We all cheered and clapped and she had no idea why, she knew she could walk. That's just how Valentina is, once she decides she's going to do something she will do it great but not one second before she's ready.
I've tried very, very very little with the potty training department. Same reason, she would sit on the potty and then get off. She would get to where she really needed to go but would freak out and cry and scream and beg to get off the toilet. Fine by me, in this situation I knew it would be easier. A while ago mom was bitching at me saying "you need to work with her more! What? Do you think she'll just decide one day that she'll be ready and she'll just go?" I looked mom straight in the eye and said "yes, actually, I do!"
May 3rd. May third was one year since sissy had been diagnosed......and the day Valentina decided she was ready to be potty trained. Boom, just like that she was potty trained. One day. Let me correct that, she had two pee accidents May 3rd, two pee accidents May 4th, one pee accident May 5th. That's it. And now she's had a dry diaper the past 4 nights and has to go pee first thing when she wakes up so I suspect she's holding it at night if she has to go. So yeah, she's pretty much fully potty trained, nights too, in less than two weeks. And no, I haven't tired yet of telling mom "told you so."
So. Back to today. You all know sissy and I had literally countless conversations. We talked about everything and nothing. We talked about parenting, entertainment news, CNN, clothes, home decor, etc.... You name ANY subject and I can guarantee you that we had a conversation about it. But out of ALL of these thousands and thousands of conversations, one has always stuck in my head and this was even before she was diagnosed. Probably two years ago sissy told me that she felt bad because whenever she went to the mall with Asa he always wanted to go play at the arcade that was there but she was always too busy or didn't want to because it was germy or some other reason. So sissy told me that she was going to set aside a day and take Asa to the arcade and let him play whatever games for as long as he wanted to to make him feel special because he is such a good boy.
Sissy ran out of time.
Today as we walked into the mall Asa saw the arcade and asked if we could go in. We had to get Valentina's ears pierced, I had to pick up a gift for a bridal shower, I wanted to do a bit of shopping and we only had so much time to get this done in because we had to be somewhere else at a certain time. I told Asa if we had time after we got everything done I would take him in there.
We got Valentina's ears pierced.
We looked at shoes for the kids and bought Valentina a new pair of summer sandals, they didn't have the ones Asa wanted in his size.
We went into a sports store to look at a soccer jersey Asa wanted.
We got some pretzels.
Mom took Valentina to the bathroom.
When mom and Valentina were almost done Asa decided he needed to go too.
It was time to leave the mall...... and I took Asa into the arcade.
No, I didn't get everything done but this was my priority. Asa wanted to play air hockey which cost $1. I had one dollar bill and a five. I figured it would be better to just go ahead and get $5 worth of quarters instead of him just playing one game. Well, the game went on forever and mom was trying to keep an eye on Monkey Valentina. Seriously, the girl can climb and leap from game to game without ever touching the ground. Asa didn't know this, he was busy trying to make his goals and block mine. It was time to go and I still had $4 in quarters in my pocket and Asa wanted to play some other games. I told him we needed to go and again, I realized the pang that sissy must have felt. But he actually played a game at the arcade he had always wanted to play in.
We got in the car and I was emotionally exhausted. On our way home I told Asa how his mom had wanted to take him there but that time just ran out. Asa said "my mom died when I was five." Yes, I had to agree with him on that but I told him again how she had always planned on taking him to the arcade and how sorry I was that she wasn't able to. I tried not to cry but my voice did break and I know I need to be able to let the kids see me cry. Valentina sees me cry a lot but when Asa sees mom or I cry he just goes into another room, he doesn't want any part of it so I didn't see the point in letting him see me cry during what should have been a happy moment between a mother and a son. After I told Asa the story of his mom's best laid plans he said "I had a great time sissy." I did fall apart when I got home, in front of Valentina but no Asa. The whole time I was playing air hockey with Asa the conversation between sissy and me was on a constant loop in my head.
I still have $4 worth of quarters that I'm putting aside and one day....SOON... I WILL do what sissy had always wanted done for her beautiful, precious boy; I will take him back to the arcade and let him play whatever for however long. That is the least I can do for my sissy.