It’s 5am. Speedy is up and out of bed a full 30 minutes before his alarm clock will beep.
Wonder Boy is still asleep, having recently started sleeping in his own bed after 5 long years of sleeping in our bed.
Before we move forward, I’d like to take this moment to talk about the co-sleeping thing. There are many schools of thought here, ranging from “Oh my word, I’d never do that” to “yes, my daughter/son has been sleeping in my bed for 10 years”. When we asked Wonder Boy’s specialists what they thought of this situation, they responded with this nugget of wisdom: “Only you can decide what you’re comfortable with.”
I look really comfortable, don’t I? The truth is, I love moments like this one, but it’s not comfortable when you’re actually trying to get sleep for yourself.
Now, while it may be true that only we can decide what we’re comfortable with, the advice didn’t exactly solve our problem. Namely, my husband and I were sharing our bed with a child who is the human equivalent of a Staffordshire terrier in terms of body type (short, squat, with a really big head) and ability to slam into a person with unmatched force. SUPERFUN.
Just when we thought we’d never get our bed back, and had begun drawing up plans to fill our entire room with one giant mattress*, I tried putting him to bed one hour later. We’d been down this road before, with no success. I wasn’t convinced it would have any impact at all.
*No, we’re not building a giant bed, but doesn’t this look comfy?
BAZINGA! We have sleep! For one blessed week, he’s been sleeping in his own bed. Now, he still gets up at odd hours and tries to climb into our bed, but we’ve been able to successfully redirect him back to his bed. WOW. [insert angelic choir sounds here]
Okay, back to my original story. Where was I? Oh yes- it is 5am and Speedy is wide awake. He’s standing in his room in the dark singing his new favorite tune: Watch Me (Whip/Nae Nae)
Then he launches into the song he learned in school about human rights. Which he sang in a muppet voice. At full volume. In the dark.
This is the way his brain seems to work. On Planet Speedy, there are limitless distractions and “ooh, SHINY!” Moments. There are songs to be sung, dances to be danced, jokes to be told. Only for him, they need to all happen ALLATONCE.
Knowing how his brain is working, the next question is how to quiet the anxiety and the constant internal impulses that are hitting him from all sides.
Some of the worries that his heart carries right now include being a total failure (at 7) and being afraid of heights because some day when he’s an astronaut he’s going to get shot out of his rocket by a slow-moving missile, and that’s why he never wants to fly in a plane…
Yet this same boy cannot understand why it’s not safe to tell strangers your address, or to walk up to someone on the street and try to take their dog’s leash from their hands.
One thing that we are able to do for Speedy to help with his anxiety is to set him up for successes. This weekend he ran in his first race- a 1-mile fun run for our local summer festival. The pride he felt from that moment was visible, and he needed a tally mark in the “win” column.
The next day was his baseball game, and he was able to accomplish his first base hit and an RBI! My husband, who is one of the coaches, actually jumped for joy, and it was the smile on his face that was medicinal for me.
Everyone on the team congratulated him, and he’s still talking about it this morning.
These seemingly small things are not small in any way for a kid who is so full of anxiety. These moments in life are the ones which will remind him that he is able to do anything he sets his mind to do, and we will continue to provide him with these opportunities.