A few evenings ago I heard water spluttering about in the bathtub upstairs.
It seemed odd and a little early in the evening for anyone to be in the tub.
“Cuy? Are you having a bath?” I called up.
“No. My students are swimming.” he called back down.
Up I went to investigate.
I love that he did this but was furious with him at the same time.
It drives me crazy that he just did what he wanted and had no consideration towards the consequence of filling up the tub and tossing in a dozen stuffies. This is not the first time he’s done something like this. I know it will not be the last.
For instance writing the “classroom rules” on his bedroom walls. With a permanent green sharpie. I was furious he did that, but thrilled – and proud of how well he could spell and print.
I often feel discouraged that he has no sense of consequences or right versus wrong.
I get frustrated that he doesn’t have the “maybe I shouldn’t be doing this…” instinct.
I don’t want him to think he can do whatever he wants whenever he wants. But he does think that and he does whatever he wants whenever he wants.
Luckily most of the fallout of these impulsive activities is usually just a gigantic mess somewhere.
Nobody gets hurt. Nothing (usually) gets broken.
As much as it makes me nuts, I have to see the silver lining in things.
He is using his imagination as he writes scripts, makes up characters and stories and finding a way to act them out.
Sometimes he even videotapes these vignettes.
Who knows. Maybe he’ll be the next Steven Speilberg?
Then he can hire his own crew of people to clean up the mess his imagination makes.