Comments on: Don’t paint your nails, Mom – Liz’s rant

By: Andrea

Andrea — Mon, 11 Jul 2011 04:55:50 +0000

My son freaked out a few months ago when I got a manicure. He was looking at me funny then started crying. We are about to leave on a 2 week vacation so I just got a manicure today and had very light polish put on. He reacted almost the same way. I guess it is a sensory issue. He is currently being evaluated for Aspergers. He’s bright and outgoing but has little quirks. I may have to remove the polish before our trip. Poor kid seemed traumatized.

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By: Liz

Liz — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 20:05:29 +0000

Leave it to two moms to be voices of reason I may give the lighter shade with a couple of stars a whirl. Lord knows I won’t get away with the red! Kids… go figure. Now on to the dragon slaying in Scotland, please, Donna… Sounds like a great guest column!

By: Donna

Donna — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 15:26:23 +0000

Kate is so right. Our kids sure don’t like change, especially when it comes to their parents. When I was taken out of Primary (Children’s Sunday School) and put in with the grown women my oldest boy would have absolutely nothing to do with the new Primary leaders for a few weeks. And when some Cub Scout leaders were changed my oldest balked again. My middle boy couldn’t stop staring and giggling at me when I got new glasses. And my youngest would have nothing to do with me when I got back from a 10-day trip even though I was off fighting Dragons at my Castle in Scotland (true story). Good luck with the nail polish! Maybe go for white with some small blue stars, not quite as bright as red.

By: Kate

Kate — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 14:29:44 +0000

Aren’t little boys the funniest things?! I remember several years ago when my son was in pre-school and I had dropped him off in the morning with my typical shoulder-length hair and picked him up with a new, much shorter do. I loved it and I expected him to love it too. He took one look at me and burst into tears. The tears weren’t because he didn’t like my new haircut, they were because in his mind his mother had a certain kind of hair. It was something he could count on, it was something that always was, and always would be. And then all of the sudden the rug was pulled out from under his feet and he was slapped in the face with the thought that things in life aren’t always controllable or predictable.

Maybe Colton has always associated nail polish with his sister, and probably her friends, and has never stopped to consider that his mom would ever want to paint her nails. In his mind, that’s not a mom thing, but a sister thing. Here’s my suggestion, which might be silly but it’s all I’ve got for you, try wearing a lighter shade of polish for a few days so he can get used to the idea that those pretty nails are on the hands of his mom, and that those hands are the same wonderful hands that have always held his hand or rubbed his back. Then work up to that bright 4th of July red in a few days.

Let me know how it goes. Love ya, Kate