A Enigma and a Nod to Emerson

Every since I returned from Portland, Leo has been in a mood.

I hate to generalize, but I think in this case, it’s fair.

Leo has been angry, aggressive and impulsive. And did I mention angry?

I wish I could capture his scowl. His furrowed brow, his tiny pursed lips. His expression is so clenched, so exaggerated and dripping with fury, it looks painful.

I know it’s painful for me.

Two nights in a row Leo refused to come to the dinner table, even for his beloved eggs. Last night he sat at the bottom of the steps in the entry way and literally wailed. It’s hard to ignore and just go along like everything is fine with this sort of behavior. It’s hard not to let it get to you.

He’s been complaining about things being “too loud,” so much so that I actually took him to the pediatrician on Monday to see if he had an ear infection (he’d been literally holding his ears). I actually really hoped he had an ear infection. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a little miracle cure? Nope. He checked out just fine.

With any other child (say, one with 46 chromosomes), I would chalk this up to a phase. But with Leo, my mind goes in all sorts of directions. And Dr. Google doesn’t help.

I know that by nature I'm a worrier. And when it comes to the kids, when things are particularly hard, I tend to think They Are Always Going to Be This Way. I think back to early newborn days when Ellie was waking every hour. It didn't seem possible that would ever change, but of course it did.

Eventually last night, Leo did come around. He joined Erin at the table and gulped down pasta while Ellie and I went upstairs to do bath and books. He’s seemed happier lately when things are one-on-one which is fine when it’s possible, but newsflash to Leo: You’re not an only child. We have no plans to get rid of Ellie any time soon.

I emailed Leo’s teacher on Tuesday to find out if she’d been seeing any of the troubling behavior we’d seen and she said Leo had been completely agreeable.

Then I received this email yesterday: “Leo is having a difficult day today. At times he is refusing to do his work or listen to directions. I guess this is what you had written me about before. He eventually comes around but today it's taking him a longer time.”

Not what I wanted to hear. Like most kids, Leo’s always been a Different Person at school and has almost always saved his challenging behavior for lucky us at home. Obviously this is not fun for us but it’s certainly preferable to him being a turkey at home and at school.

But.

This morning he came downstairs without much haggling. He ate his breakfast in a timely manner. He didn’t assault me when I tried to help him get dressed. And best of all, he bolted out the door calling, “My bus!” upon seeing his morning ride to school. He practically skipped toward the bus and boarded it without protest or attitude.

So maybe today is a new day? Maybe it is just a phase. Or maybe it’s as a few people have suggested, that Leo is actually angry with me for going away for almost a week. He didn’t get to go see grandpa and grandpa like Ellie did. He didn’t get to go on the airplane. Is he just ticked off?

So today I am celebrating a good morning. I am hoping for the best and taking it one day at a time (any other good cliches I can spout?).

But seriously, here's something that feels particularly apropos. I really do love this one:

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”
--Ralph Waldo Emerson

Monday, Leo’s teacher sent this picture home in his backpack.

He was Student of the Month at his school. And why was he recognized?

For gratefulness.

Oh Leo, you are my little mystery.