There is something so devilishly sweet about Hammy. He is a round-headed, brown eyed, toe walkin’ pixie. Sometimes I look at him and I am consumed with overwhelming love and adoration. He has me, and everyone who knows him, wrapped around his finger.
This is why I have had to get firm. A friend and I were laughing the other day about our two youngest boys who are in need of some heavy discipline and she dubbed this summer as “the summer of hard knocks.” I couldn’t have said it better myself.
As I mentioned Hammy is very sweet. He is also very naughty. I worried when he was a baby that he would feel over shadowed by Wolfie in all his glory, but I don’t worry so much about that anymore. He holds his own just fine and then some.
Eliot was leaving for the hardware store to pick up some oil for the chainsaw because we have three enormous limbs that have fallen in the backyard that need cutting up. Of course, it is the hottest day ever and Father’s Day so he isn’t excited about doing this…at all. He’s being a good sport though and offered to take Hammy with him. Both the kids love going to Ace because they have a popcorn machine that you can get a bag of popcorn from to munch on while you shop. What kid wouldn’t love this.
So, Eliot told Hammy to get his shoes on so they could go. Hammy’s response was some sort of shriek followed by a slew of potty words, like poop and butt, directed at his brother who, right on cue began laughing wildly which only encouraged it more. Yeah, we are in that phase.
Eliot announced that he would be leaving without him if he didn’t get down to the business of putting his shoes on. “I want you to do it for me”, he said. “I don’t want to get my fingers all dirty.” This is so typical Hammy. His fingers were already filthy from gardening and playing catch outside. Eliot pointed this out and told him again to put his shoes on.
Hammy, in an effort to be cute and at the same time show his frustration began kicking at and hitting Eliot. I know that he wasn’t intending to be aggressive with his actions because he was smiling while he was doing this, but still. It has to stop. He has been doing this a lot and it isn’t just with us. It’s like he gets around adult men and he thinks that he has to hit and kick to get attention or maybe he feels that he is “play” wrestling. Who knows.
See, what’s strange is that he does this type of hitting and kicking and then he also does the “I am so mad at you, I’m not getting my way” kind too. Sometimes it is hard to decipher the two and often it starts out as silly, play hitting and morphs into the other kind. This happens a lot when he plays with Wolfie. I’ve decided to discipline for both kinds. Not that I haven’t been already, but I am getting serious about it. Even if it inconveniences our day. These are the hardest times to follow through and I had some gardening I really wanted to finish.
After the hitting and not putting shoes on incident he was told that he wasn’t going to Ace anymore and he needed to go to his room for being violent. This made him very angry. I carried him up to his room, kicking and screaming, and Eliot left. When he gets like this there is no talking to him. I put him down on the floor and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. He hates when I close the door and I agreed to open it if he stayed put until I said it was time to come out.
Wolfie and I were chatting downstairs while Hammy was screaming at me from upstairs to come back. It is at these times I am most thankful for air conditioning and closed windows. What would the neighbors think to hear my little five year old yelling that he hates me and that I am the meanest Mommy ever at the top of his lungs?
He finally calmed down. He stopped screaming and was ready to melt into me and cry. He was so sad that he missed his chance to go to Ace and he wanted another chance to do the right thing. He said he needed to go to Ace. There was something there that he really needed. Of course, he couldn’t tell me what it was that he needed. He said he could see it in his mind, but he couldn’t describe it or draw it. I suggested that he just wanted to look around the store. “No, you don’t understand. There is something there that I need.”
He said this about his behavior. “My mind tells me to show my frustration and I just listen. I know I didn’t make the right choice, but my mind just tells me to do it. I don’t know how to not do what my mind tells me to do.” He says this to me with a flurry of hand gestures while circling around on his tip toes. He told me that he doesn’t like it when I yell and am mad at him. I told him I wasn’t mad, just disappointed. And that I was sad that he made the choice he made. He mentioned the yelling again. I wasn’t yelling, I was being very firm and I explained the difference.
“I don’t like the firm Mommy.” I told him that he gets the firm Mommy when he makes choices that hurt others.
I love how he articulates his thoughts and feelings. Sometimes his wisdom floors me. He does have trouble with his impulses, obviously. But for him to be able to say what is happening in his mind is pretty great. I have those internal battles with myself when I am angry. There are things that I want to say or do that I know are the wrong things and when that feeling is really profound I actually have to think to myself, don’t do that. I don’t remember being taught to listen to one voice or another, I just knew.
These social expectations are hard to teach. I am not convinced entirely that Hammy has trouble with the expectations so much as he has trouble reconciling what is expected of him and the behavior that he sees Wolfie engage in fairly regularly. This would explain why he doesn’t have these troubles at school. I am sure that it is hard to be the brother of a kid with Asperger’s. And I am sure it is especially hard to be the younger one.
For this, and many other reasons, I hate to be firm Mommy. It hurts. But I know it’s the right thing to do.