My dad hates it when I say this…and I think I’ve said it before on this blog but I just have to say it again…ETHAN IS AN EMOTIONAL CHILD! I think that the reason my dad hates it is because it’s perhaps boxing him you know. But it’s not that guys, it’s just that this dude is sooooooo in touch with his feelings. Without a doubt, his love language is words of affirmation. The funny thing is though, it’s not just that he loves to hear these words said to him – it’s what it does to him inside that I find so strange, especially since he’s only at the tender age of 6 turning 7.
Point in case…on Monday night, I dished supper for the three of us (the hubster had a meeting so wasn’t there at the time), and then Riley asked for Coke in his “cheers cup” (their plastic wine/champagne cup that nana bought for them to cheers together with the adults). I proceeded to pour both of them Coke in their cups, and then I poured myself a little bit in my own champagne glass. Before we sat down to eat, I said I wanted to do a small toast to the holidays being the last night before school started again. I knelt down beside them, all with our glasses in hand, and I proceeded to say how nice the holidays were and asked them whether they had fun and felt special when we did the activities that we arranged for them like the drive-in and the train ride…we didn’t do anything else on the “to-do” list because well, us adults just couldn’t muster the energy and we also wanted to get some rest in ourselves over the long weekend!!…and then I told them how well behaved they had been over the holidays and how when they are well behaved and act grown-up, it’s easy for mum and dad to want to treat and spoil them. That was the sum total of my toast speech.
Guys, Ethan walked to me and pulled me in a bear hug, then he (with big crocodile tears in his eyes) proceeded to thank me for the holidays and for all the things that we do for them all the time. It took me quite a while to calm him down. When I asked a bit later what he felt inside like when he got teary, he couldn’t really explain it. Of course Riley was right there chirping why are you crying Ethan, totally unable to understand it at all because for him, well, tears mean sadness I guess?! Or more specifically, you’re in trouble and have either been shouted at or given a hiding! Hehe.
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this already, but when he watched our wedding video a few weeks ago, at the vow part (I pretty much fast forwarded all the talking and just showed them snippets but thought it sweet to show them mum and dad being pronounced husband and wife and kissing!), this child started crying and literally cried uncontrollably so much to the point that I had to take him out of the room into our bedroom to try and calm him down. Needless to say, that was the end of the video for them.
He has also cried on many occasions when going to bed – if I pray to God for the wonderful kids they are, or I thank God that He’s watching over them and raising them into being such strapping young lads, it brings tears to his eyes.
If we have a family hug (Riley loves this!!!) and then I tell them how amazing mum and dad think they are – queue.tears!
If I mention how impressed I was with their behaviour when we are in church or when Ethan sings all the songs loudly (he’s at that stage where he’s obsessed with reading anything and everything and piecing the words together for church songs whose tunes he already knows is his forte!!), tears.
There are so often tears from him!! Tears for no reason whatsoever, just emotional tears and that’s exactly why I call this child emotional. I’m not by any means trying to label him, but I honestly don’t know of any other kids at this age who are like this. And as much as I sometimes find it slightly annoying (especially when it happens at bedtime!!!!!), it’s one of the things that I absolutely love about him…
I love that he feels aaalllllll the feels ❤