KC is my anxious guy. And he is looking at some dental surgery tomorrow. One of his adult teeth is growing sideways and if left unchecked it will apparently grow into his sinus cavity. Frankly that is a revolting image to me.
The fact that my most anxiety prone child is looking at surgery is making life, well a bit more interesting than usual. He typically ramps himself up in the late evening, just before bed. I have yet to find a really good solution for helping him to find calm.
I have not minimized any of his concerns. Ones that we could actually call and he could ask a question about to get answers we have done so. (for instance "Can I accidently swallow the scalpel while I am asleep?!")
I have helped him with calming breathes. I have helped him with visualizations. I have gone over The Plan so that he has in his mind where I will be and such for the day. (I can't go into the surgical room with him but can wait for him in recovery.)
We have sung. We have listened to quiet music. We have done art.We have done affirmations and visualizations. Next up I am trying some aroma therapy and some pressure point massage that he can do to himself. At this point, I think I just so need this to be done as much as he does. He is a bundle of nerves and the rawness of his fears is palpable to me.
At least this weekend was busy and full of fun and that helped take his mind off things a bit. Saturday we went to our city's harvest festival. Which was a lot bigger than usual because our city is also celebrating their 100th birthday as a city. The dance school performed and he danced in the street. We looked at vendors, did some activities and then walked home. Lissa had a birthday party to attend that afternoon so we dropped her off and then KC my wife and I went to a black smith festival in the next town. This is a laid back event that I used to take the kids to a lot when they were younger. Think quiet folk music,way less vendors and interesting metal work all set along the banks of a river. It was a fun place to spend a few hours and we also met up with our friend and the kids godmother who was vending there. The night ended with a special fireworks display that our city had in honor of the birthday festivities.
Yesterday was the start of the new religious education year at church. The kids were chomping at the bit to do and to see their friends again. We did go but we had to leave 15 minutes before the end of things in order to go home. Lissa is a Brownie Scout and they were marching in our city's birthday parade yesterday. I had to have her at the starting place at 12:15. Our church is 30 minutes away from our home, so the logistics of getting home, getting her lunch and into her uniform and to the start were interesting. Also, Fiona came down for the day so she could see the parade and hang out with us.
Lissa did so well marching. She used to get scared and scowl in situations where she could see lots of people around her, but she was helping to hold the banner and smiling. I took pictures like a crazy woman. Lots of Liss but also lots of the parade itself which was enormous and very fun to watch.
By the time evening came the littles were exhausted so I did not keep them up to watch the eclipse. My wife and i enjoyed it though. I also loved the fact that so many people got out and watched it. We are a society of screens. Computer screens. Phone screens. TV screens. Tablet screens. But for a few hours last night we all looked skyward. It was as if something primitive and deep within us called us all outside. You could hear people talking softly on porches all around us. This morning when I walked there were lots of houses where people had moved their lawn furniture to the sidewalks, obviously for better viewing. The skies were clear. The view was amazing. I kept wondering what early humans would have thought watching it. The next eclipse is in 17 years I think. I was also wondering what my life will be like then. My kids will be grown. I will be retired most likely. Where will I be in life and will I still be looking skyward in awe?
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