Baby Pool

2012-11-28 07.58.56

Where has the time gone??

My stomach lurches.  My back is dripping with sweat.  I lunge after Evan time and time again to make sure he does not run down the aisle of the theater. I hold his hand and let him lead me to the lobby doors.  He loudly shouts, light! light! light! and insists on getting to the “light.” Against my better judgement, I take him into the brightly sun lit lobby and let him run around, making sure he doesn’t touch the trash can, go up the steps, touch the other patrons, run out the front door, you name it.  I feel my lip trembling and the warmth of tears touching the corners of my eyes. I feel jealous of the other parents sitting in the theater with their child who is happily watching the show.  I then feel guilty for feeling jealous. This is his field trip, and not only that, but it is a live musical performance.  I had been incredibly excited for this day, to share something I love with my son who has an uncanny connection to music.  I was SURE he would love the experience.  I hear familiar music ringing in the background.  A song Evan knows!  I was sure he would be happy if he heard the music, I was sure I could sit back down in the seats and join his class for the last five minutes.

I was wrong.

I tried to sit, and E crawled up my chest, and tried to get away from me yet again. He carried on loudly, protesting and wriggling all over our laps. Todd leaned over and said that we might as well leave, since it was almost over anyway and Evan clearly did not want to be in the seats. We were fighting a losing battle. We scrambled to gather up our things and get out of there with some sense of dignity.  The parents, teachers, and children from E’s school watched the show intently, with popcorn bags and drinks in their laps.

His car seat buckled, his bags strewn about the back of the van.  I had to go to work to get in a half day and Todd was bringing him home.  I kissed Evan goodbye and felt my eyes film over.  Todd asked if I was okay but I couldn’t muster the words. I realized that my reaction didn’t seem to match what had happened. Evan is a two and half year old. Two year olds don’t necessarily want to sit for any length of time. Why did this hurt so much?

I walked through the stinging cold wind and felt  my cheeks burn. My stomach was tied in knots. All I wanted to do was sit alone and cry.  It had been a while since I felt that way.  Since I felt like we were outsiders. There was a sea of happy, healthy children who could watch a show, communicate their needs clearly, and be engaged.  And Evan was hanging out in the baby pool, splashing about, not caring if he was a part of the sea or not.

My friend came over with her son over the holidays.  Her son is only a few months older than Evan.  They are buddies.  We shared pregnancy adventures, new mom doubts, laughs, and tears.  She is one of my dearest friends. While our boys were infants, her son would achieve milestones months and months before Evan.

IMG_6944

Buddies for life

It made sense at the time because he is ten weeks older.  I never worried or focused on it. I remember thinking, Evan would get there in his own time.  After receiving E’s diagnosis, the gaps became wider. Well…actually they always were wide, I just accepted that they would not close in like I had thought they would.  Her son is extremely verbal, always chatting,using multi-syllabic words, complex sentences. He tries to talk to Evan and Evan bounces happily in front of him, gazing at his buddy with awe and love.  He often will try to say something, but it comes out more like a babble because he is so excited.  I love having them together, since they have known each other since they were in our bellies.

2012-08-15 07.52.00

2012-08-15 09.45.25

I remember this day very clearly. Evan wanted to drink the water the whole time. 🙂

But I would be lying if I said it doesn’t put me right back to the baby pool-big sea situation sometimes.  I watch Evan do his own thing, happily splashing away, unaware of any development gap or difference.  Repeating a string of sayings over and over again. “Here we go!” “All aboard!”  “Light on?” I love hearing our little guy talk.  It’s just a little different when you have an example of age appropriate speech right in front of you.  My friend’s son uses interjections, adjectives, a rich vocabulary.  I could listen to him talk for hours.  I videotaped him counting a long time ago when I was babysitting him because I found it amazing to hear him count. Evan is using two word combinations, and he only really adds on the word please to make the second word.  And who cares, right?  Certainly not Evan.

E happily splashes in his baby pool.  His smile does not fade when another child expresses his or her need more clearly than him.  He does not notice that he is wearing orthotics and still using a wider gait and walking on his tip toes.  He does not mind that the children at school are sitting in their chairs without any straps and buckles and he is strapped into a booster seat to sit at the table.  He does not catch the second glance the mom in line gives him and me when I say he is 2.5 and he is shouting vowel sounds in the line at Target.

Evan loves the baby pool. He loves when others allow him to enjoy the baby pool.  He also loves when you jump in with him. Play with him on his level, see the water through his eyes.  When he is allowed to push buttons for a little while. Allowed to shout church hymns at the top of his lungs in the grocery store. (only his mama knows they are actual songs) Allowed to turn on and off the light switch a few times every time you enter the room. Allowed to chase the stroller so he can spin the wheels for a little while.

When I was a little girl, I could spend hours in the baby pool by myself. Splashing around, using my imagination to pretend I was floating in the ocean, that I was a mermaid waiting to be rescued.  It’s not a bad place to spend some time.  If Evan doesn’t mind it, there is no reason why I should be concerned.  Doesn’t mean he won’t still receive swimming lessons or that he will not be asked to try out the deep end at some point.  But for now, the baby pool is just right for him.

Splash. Smile. Release.

2012-07-25 11.29.30

6 Comments on Baby Pool

  1. Melissa
    January 17, 2014 at 4:33 pm (4 years ago)

    Erin, love this. Have been exactly there, many times. I am slowly trying to let go of my expectations about “what will happen” and just take my duaghter as she, at that moment in time. I should probably do that with everyone in my life, actually. Thanks for writing.

    Reply
    • Erin Putman
      April 27, 2014 at 9:40 pm (3 years ago)

      Melissa, I am sorry I didn’t reply to your comment before. Thank you for the thoughtful comment. I just reread the entry and felt my eyes tear up all over again. You are so right that we really should take each person for who they are at the very moment we interact with them. Especially when they are happy being who they are. That is the key for me. Evan loves the baby pool. Why cry when he loves where he is? Love you friend.

      Reply
  2. Katherine
    January 18, 2014 at 1:01 am (4 years ago)

    Beautifully and vulnerably written. Thank you for sharing.

    Reply
    • Erin Putman
      April 27, 2014 at 9:42 pm (3 years ago)

      Thank you Katherine. I value your comments so highly.

      Reply
  3. Kristi Campbell
    January 19, 2014 at 4:22 am (4 years ago)

    Oh Sweets. This. This is amazingly and beautifully written and I’m still so so so there. Tucker has a field trip on Friday to a music place. We went last year, and he hid under my legs the entire time. His friends were having fun and we left early, and yeah. The baby pool. Sometimes, it’s okay and perfect and exactly all the way right to hang out in the baby pool. The photos you shared are breathtaking and beautiful and I just adore you. I know our boys have different issues, but some of their “stuff” is so similar. The language, toe walking, running, yeah. Hugs, mama. Big ones.

    Reply
    • Erin Putman
      April 27, 2014 at 9:44 pm (3 years ago)

      Kristi! I am so sorry I didn’t reply to your comment before. Thank you so much for taking the time to comment,. I know our boys have such similar “stuff.” That is why we write, isn’t it? To share our “stuff” and to find out that other really incredible people have the same “stuff.” I’m lucky to know you and I learn from your entries each and every time you write. xoxo

      Reply

Leave a Reply