I don’t know what it is, but I’ve sat down several times this week to write, and I end up trashing it all. Â God’s kinda messing with me this week (in the good but painful way), and I guess I’m just having trouble digesting it all for now. Â So instead of trying to write something super inspiring, I bring you the following real-life moment.
Today was Pajama Day at Ryder’s preschool.
To most kids, this is one of the greatest days of the year. Â They get to hang out with their buddies and their teachers IN THEIR PJ’S. Â At school.
This is Ryder’s worst nightmare.
We’ve always been a get-up-and-go kind of family. Â When he was born, we’d only been living in IL for a few weeks, hardly knew a soul, and we were headed straight into our first “real winter”. Â It was my solemn vow (to myself, of course) to get out of the house at least once every day. Â I didn’t care if I went to the post office or the grocery store, walked laps around the mall, or went to the doctor. Â All I knew was that I refused to be locked up in my house. Â All winter. Â By myself. Â With a brand new baby.
Fast forward more than four years, and we’ve pretty much kept to that vow. Â Except, you might say I’ve created a monster.
There are days when I’d love to stay in my jams and never see the sun, unless it’s featured in one of the mirad of movies we play that day. Â But if we’re still home around 9:30, we all start to get a little stir crazy. Â At this point, we usually find an excuse to goÂ somewhere… Target, the mall, or even just for a drive.
In addition, Ryder can now confidently and competently dress himself from head to toe (and even manages to put together coordinating outfits most of the time). Â And while this is awesome, it’s also really not awesome. Â You see, he has also been an early bird his whole life. Â Luckily for him, I’m an early bird too. Â BUT he tends to go through phases where he wakes up even earlier (and more chipper) than normal (5:ooam is still night time… even for me). Â And for the last couple of weeks, my darling firstborn has been fully dressed (including shoes/socks, hat and backpack) before 6:30 in the morning. Â Couple all this with his obsession for belt buckles (because if you’ve seen him in real-life you know he can’t go anywhere without his carabiners, light saber, and other implement he can hang from his person) and you may begin to realize that I had to think long and hard about a way to break it to him that he might be <GASP!> wearing his pajamas in public.
The conversation started a couple days ago… and went pretty much how I expected:
Me: He Ryder, I have a surprise for you!
Ryder: What? Â Me: Thursday is Pajama Day at school, and…
Ryder: (interrupting, hands flailing, head shaking) No, no, no, no, no!
Me: What do you mean, “no”? Â All your friends, and even your teachers will be wearing their pj’s, and you don’t wanna be the only one in jeans, do you?
Ryder: Mom… you can’t wearÂ pee-jayees-uhÂ toÂ schoooool-uh! Â <said as if I didn’t understand English… lol>
I tried several more times over the next few hours to bring it up. Â Our next door neighbor even tried to convince him that it would be totally awesome, and he wasn’t buying it.
So this morning, he came bounding into my bathroom as I was blowdrying my hair… already dressed… in jeans. Â Long story short, I told him I wouldn’t force him to wear his pajamas, but that I didn’t want him to feel left out when he got to school and be sad that he was the only one dressed differently. Â In the end, he agreed, and picked out his new robot pj’s.
When we got there (even though he didn’t say so), he seemed relieved to see that I was in fact telling the truth. Â Everyone, including his teachers, was wearing pj’s and sporting their favorite buddies (his term for stuffed animals). Â There were blankets and pillows spread on the floor, and they made pancakes for snack time. Â I’m sure it was super-fun, but I’m getting a preview of his teenage years already because every day when I pick him up from school and ask how it went, or what they did, I get one-word answers. Â <sigh>
Here’s Ryder with his sweetheart, Maddy 🙂
And in case you’re wondering… he changed back into “real clothes” the moment we got home from school.