Do you remember the movie Regarding Henry with Harrison Ford, where he gets shot and turns into a vegetable and then has to do all kinds of rehab just to be able to speak and move his limbs and he has a huge transformation and it’s all kinds of inspiring?
Well we had a similar experience this morning only without Annette Benning, head wounds or physical therapy equipment.
You see Magoo is 3 and a half and absolutely refuses to put on his own socks. I’ll put them on his lap and he just lets them lay there all limp and sad and looks up at me with dog eyes and cries, “CAN YOU PLEASE HELP ME! I CAN’T DO IT! IT’S TOO HARD!!”
I usually cave after a couple of minutes in interests of time if not of mercy. I know he’s old enough to do this but he’s used to be being the baby boy and frankly he’s too lazy to rehabilitate himself to the point where he can put on his own socks, or should I say “habilitate” since he’s never known how.
So this morning I had about an hour to spare before yoga class and a good incentive, a trip to his best friend’s house while I worked out, and I sat him down for an intense sock therapy session.
“I can’t do it!”
“I know you can. You’re such a big boy and you’re so good at trying and learning new things.”
“But I CA-A-A-AN’T! Please help me!”
“I’ll sit right here with you the whole time and you just try. Just pull the sock onto your toes to start.”
He pulled the sock barely over his little toesies and then threw his hands down to the sides.
“I can’t do it anymore. It’s too hard!”
“Oh but you’re doing so great already. You’ve got to keep trying.”
“I just can’t”
This went on for about 10 minutes, the coaxing, the cajoling, the whining and the cheer-leading. The first sock inched it’s way on slower than a slug on a tomato plant. Then he absolutely refused to do the second sock. Waterworks filled our family room. His struggles were too great to bear.
“If you don’t have socks on, you can’t go to River’s house.”
TA-DA. The second sock was on in less than 30 seconds.
And then it hit me. Somebody should have told Henry he couldn’t have a play date until he started walking and talking like a normal person and he’d have been painting Ritz crackers and fighting corporate corruption tons sooner. It would have been like a 10 minute movie. Oh. Maybe that’s why they dragged it out.
Either way. Guess whether or not I’m gonna be putting Magoo’s socks on for him tomorrow.