
I want to write a few things about my little boy. Colton Michael Mellow!
I put his name in sentence form because if know Colton you know that just by saying his name you are making a statement. He is full of little boyness. He loves to run and climb and jump and dance and laugh. He is a sassy one too. He gets that from me. His short fuse and whinny "NOOOO!" Ya that is all from me. But it is just a small part of a fun little boy who just wants to run all over the house and yell just to here his voice. He has made me laugh histarically and cry out of frustration. But all in all he has made me cry with because I am so overwhelmed by love for him.
Last night when I picked him up from "school" I let him hold my keys as we walked out. When we got to the front door I opened the door for him to go out to the car. The then noticed the screws in the door hinge. She knelt down took his binky out and began to "work on" the door. He was putting my key in the screw as to screw in the door hing. I thought how cute. Then we talke dabout what he was doing for a minute. As other parents came and went gentley stepping over my child who was working on the front door, I realized we should probably get out to the entry. He screamed and yelled and kicked as I carried him, two blankets, a book, and his lunch box out to the car. I am at this point frusterated and sweating in 45 degree weather. So I manage to buckle him into his carseat with a lot of persuation. So I sit in the front seat and turn on the car. I turn around and have a discussion with my almost two year old son. The converation went something like this:
Me: Colton why is it when we have not seen each other all day you have to throw a fit. The screaming and yelling makes me upset. I miss you so much all day then I have to be the one who deals with this unacceptable behavior. It just is not fair and I will not stand for it.
Colton holding his hand up to the side of his face, binky in mouth: I sorr sorr mommy!
We held hands the whole way home.
My shoulder was killing me, being bent backwards from the drivers seat, but I did not care.
He would not let me put him down to make dinner or take off my shoes til Daddy got home.
What I learned was Colton just needed me to be there. By him holding me hostage at the front door of the school, "fixing the door with my keys," he had my full attention.
Attention is what Colton needed at the moment!
That is just a small glimps into the boy named Colton Michael Mellow!