The day started as usual…. Far too early and with only
Elfie’s whereabouts on Alex’s mind. He
burst into my bedroom to tell me we didn’t have to look far today…. And we
didn’t…
Elfie was out on the bench!
I was doing a little glitterifying (yes, that is totally a word!) the
night before… but more on that in
another post! The result of my glitter
frenzy though was a plastic tablecloth with surplus glitter, apparently
awaiting another project, or perhaps some Elfie mischief!
So what we awoke to was Elfie tractoring around, using my
glitter as his cargo!
Alex had a little giggle at Elfie’s too-large frame on his
tractor… he touched the tractor a couple of times to move it backwards and
forwards… I told him not to…
Then Alex lost himself in the wonder of Elfie for a moment, and this happened….
This is a photo of Elfie falling from the tractor (immediately
after Alex touched his leg) and Alex launching into FULL MELTDOWN in the
background…. Oh, how my little boy cried
:’(
It was absolutely awful.
He realised straight away what he’d done (before we even registered it
actually) and for a good 15 minutes he was completely inconsolable – just
crying his little heart out.
I gave him big cuddles and said we’d write to Santa and tell
him it was an accident, and I felt sure Santa would send through some of his
special elf dust to restore Elfie’s magic.
He was so worried Santa would be mad at him….
We immediately went and typed up an email to Santa
explaining what had happened…. I
assured him some more that everything would be okay, as long as he never did it
again! But 10 minutes later he was in
tears again…. He said Elfie was looking
at him, which he was, because he always does – but Alex couldn’t cope with the
guilt and thought he was staring because he was so upset with him. It just broke my heart.
The whole episode presented one of those parenting moments
when you know you should be enforcing the message that actions have consequences (being that Elfie means so much to him)… but he
was beating himself up so badly, I really couldn’t bring myself to do it – he just desperately
needed Mummy to make it better.
Fortunately, within about 20 minutes I had a reply from
Santa and an instruction to check the letterbox (I knew he didn’t want Alex to
suffer for too long!) And so we trudged
out to the mail box and lo and behold – an envelope from Santa!
He told us he’d had one of his other elves use his magic to
deliver it right away… He wrote that
Alex should be very careful never to touch Elfie again, as he wouldn’t fix him
next time, he’d just ask another elf to bring him home to the North Pole for
good… but for now he’d put some magic
elf dust in the envelope and Mummy should sprinkle it over Elfie to bring back
his magic. He told Alex that he loves
him, and no more tears!
So the dust was sprinkled on Elfie, tear stained cheeks were
cleaned and peace was restored – thank goodness!! And tonight Elfie rides again!
That was a big meltdown to have to cope with before 6am and a cup of tea! I need a good lie down…..
Bye for now :)
You are a good Mama! That can be so upsetting {when they do something they know they shouldn't}.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad he is OK now!
~Michelle