Yesterday Courtney and Mallory were sitting in my room talking with me, when we heard Andrew "singing" in the bathroom. I put "singing" in quotation marks because only by using the furthest reaches of imagination could you call it singing.
He sits in there and screams songs at the top of his lungs, with little attention to tune or rhythm. I don't know how he has avoided deafness, because it is deafening to us who are outside the bathroom. The echos inside his sound room must be ear-splitting.
He does this every day. Then he'll go to primary and sing songs in a sweet little normal voice.
Here's an excerpt from the song we heard yesterday:
"Oh, may I always listen...
...TO THE STILL SMALL VOICE!!!!..."
It was cute to see Mallory understand the humor of the situation and hear her ensuing giggles.
Little Andrew has a funny way of looking at life. He's made me re-think all of my parenting philosophies. We've always thought he was sort of quiet and shy (which he is), but we've realized a lot lately how deeply he thinks about things. In a sort of bizarre way. To illustrate, I'll share a conversation from Friday. We had been at gymnastics all day and Andrew was telling me about his friend Preston.
A: "I was tackling Preston, and tackling him."
Me: "Did he want to be tackled?"
A: "No."
Me: ....(pause)..."Did you stop when you knew he didn't want to be tackled?"
A: "No."
Me: "How did you know he didn't want you to tackle him?"
A: "Because he kept saying 'stop'".
Me: ...?
A: "But he should have said a prayer to Heavenly Father. He would have helped him. Instead, he just kept saying 'stop', 'stop'"
Me: !!!
Needless to say, we had a little talk about manners and friendship skills. After which, Andrew said "I should draw him a picture to tell him sorry."
My apologies to the Browning Family for the treatment of poor Preston. Hopefully, Andrew's social skills will improve a bit from this experience. It may be a process, however. Today in Sacrament, after being fairly reverent, he unexpectedly slid off the bench, and reached out and flicked a teen-age boy in our ward right in the back. Twice. For no apparent reason.
(Bob leaned forward and told the kid "you just flick him right back!")
Isn't amazing how Heavenly Father reminds us to pray and learn by sending us children who we really need to pray about? No user manuals with each child, or training sessions before having children. I think we kind of naively enter parenting with an expectation that our children will behave well, act in a certain way, and be predictable. We all have a lot to learn. (Including Andrew) Good thing we love these little kiddos so much.
3 comments:
That is so funny! Your kids have such great personalities.
I'm going to start praying for Obama to stop spending money. Ask Andrew if that will work? What a cutie.
Thanks for sharing. And give Andrew a hug from us. We love you, Mom & Dad
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