Life with Bebo the Great

He is fabulous....really he is.
Cute, silly, loving, innocent, genuine.
Yes, all of those, to the 27th power. His smile and giggle can bring you from grumpy to grand in 2 seconds flat.
So why is it that raising him, has pushed me past my very limits and then added another shove just to make a point?!
It's not for lack of love that I struggle. I know the problem is me, but how to fix it, I have not figured out.....
He begins the day on "High Frequency" at 6:15am. EVERY morning! (Now, of course, there is the occasional holiday in which we are given the gift of 7am....but that is only a rarely seen treasure.)
Hardly ever does he wake in a sour mood. He is usually silly and happy and fun and loud and happy and silly and AWAKE right from the get go! So this is how my morning began this morning and most mornings and I suppose nothing would be wrong with that if the rest of the family also were that joyful and ready for loud, loud, loudness right out of the gate.
So why do I find myself typing about Bryson during my only time to myself for the past month? I have quiet time while my parents (angels that they are) escorted all three of my darlings to the movies.....and here I am venting.
I just HAD too!
I know that I'm not alone and, in fact, my situation is probably excruciatingly easier than some. I know that my life is good when compared to the hell that some live. But, WOWIE, does my personality LONG for peace and quiet....oh the beauty of uninterrupted silence. Just a little bit more than what I have now. Right?! Now THAT would make things better.
To just bask in my own personal space for a couple hours each morning would be bliss and then I would feel prepared and willing to give love out to the children I have been blessed with.....

But I know myself better than that.

I know that if I had that, that peace and alone time, then I would find some minuscule new hassle that was bothering me, irritating me, threatening my "calm and quiet". I would want to pin point a new scab that needed picking.
The quiet time would become too much, the peace would be deafening and then loneliness would creep up soon after.
What does one do with so much quiet time? Who out there is thinking of me while I am basking in the aloneness of alone time? Not to mention the excess sleep would no doubt cause a growth in either waist or butt. Laziness that I have fought against for years would possibly be a little bit more convincing in it's arguments if I had no reason to get out of bed so expediently each and every morning and 6:15ish a.m.

Life would indeed be MUCH less worth living....

So what does one do when faced with "Bebo the Great" invading one's personal bubble of happiness? When my personality longs to read and think and write and listen to beautiful works of music and relish in relationships that challenge my intellect and conversation skills....what do I do when sweet, long-lashed Bebo comes bounding onto the bed and rips me from the warmth of night's sleep? How does sanity stay with me when he just won't sit still and keeps hopping, jumping, bothering, wiggling, and bugging his siblings? When he is not "defying" me but is simply just "annoying" me, what do I do?

I must love.
and love.
and love again.

And when I have no more love to give, I shed a tear and ask God to please....please...give me just a bit more for today. God help me make it through this next meal, this next jumping attack, this next moment of hyperness that creeps up out of nowhere. God help me to know what's best in every situation so as not to crush his spirit, but indeed correct his actions!

Because Bryson is, inherently, a good boy.
He tries so very hard to please his parents!
He tries to remember the rules but forgets them 2 seconds later and then must accept the consequence.
Bebo has a good heart and I do not want to be the one to squash that little heart just because he is ever.SO.exhausting most days.
This to shall pass....and until it does....
I will find joy in the small things.

*His stories which he tells with all the proper voice inflections, so that it draws you into his world of alligators and forests and spiders that bite the toes of little boys.
*His polite correction that he offers to me when I did indeed give him a kiss before bed but not a hug as well.
*How he rubs his mattress while falling asleep and has, ever since before he expressed himself with words.
*When he turns down another scoop of ice cream because he can't have too much sugar, he states, "it makes him crazy".
*And how, when I have reached my very limit and my head can't take anymore loud silliness and in-my-face fun, he obediently completes the task of running around the outside of the house 4 times to "get rid of some energy!". =D
He is a good boy and I just need to keep my cool, accept encouragement when it is offered and never, never, never stop loving him.
(But correcting him is definitely in the cards DAILY!) =D O.M.G.