Over months and years we have come to realise that Coca-Cola is not for Stig. It’s never been a big part of our lives, it’s rarely in our fridge, but on a meal out or a special occasion the questions is always “Am I allowed a coke?”
Last Christmas I sat next to Stig at the large family dinner table of my in-laws and watched him place a can of coke to his lips, tilt it upside down vertically and empty the whole contents of the can into his mouth, in one go. The meal was excruciating for me as he fidgeted, flitted and babbled through the whole meal, unable to even concentrate on eating his food because he was just too distracted, buzzing.
So the rule is in place, for Stig there is to be no Coca-Cola, caffeine and him plus a good smattering of sugar are just not a good combination. I realise for him this is hard, it’s the king of drinks as far as kids are concerned. We’ve talked about the sensation it creates in his body and if he likes that uncontrollable rush it gives him, he does. However, we’ve talked about the different situations that have resulted from him being a little wired. Usually we get plenty of back chat and attitude, as if his brain can’t fully engage with his mouth to stop what he’s saying before it tumbles out, something he struggles with at the best of times. On reflection he has agreed that it’s probably for the best.
This week has seen Stig return to Cubs, he’ll only be there a term before he moves up to Scouts, hopefully. He had really enjoyed being a Beaver and moved onto Cubs two years ago. The late start time and even later finish had worried us, as Stig needs his sleep. Our concerns were well founded as Stig, one morning after Cubs the night before, turned to his Year Three teacher and said ” I’m not doing that work, I was at Cubs last night and I’m shattered”. So that was the end of that.
Two years on and Stig’s need for constant stimulation and his love of being active and occupied and we’ve decided to give it another go. So off he went this week, knowing full well that there would be no second or third chance, we had been lucky to get him the place as he’d already had a go, so the outcome needed to be good.
I have to admit I was nervous, he has come so far since Year Three, but still, a highly charged testosterone brimming atmosphere is just the sort to provoke Stig, bit like the playground at times. So I sighed a great big body slumping sigh of relief when he returned with a big thumbs up.
“And you know what mummy, they had coke because it was a bit of a leaving party for some cubs and I said no, I’m not allowed it.”
“Wow well done, I’m really proud of you for that, what did you have instead”
” A glass of water”
Yes there it is the proud moment, the sign of maturity, the steps that build our trust and belief. It would have been quite easy for him to have had the coke and I most likely would never have known. Or in the past he would have just done it and lived with the consequences but here he made a choice to follow the rule we set, without me standing over him reminding him it existed. Very proud mummy. Oh and because I know that the forbidden fruits are the ones that offer the greatest temptation I went out and bought a couple of the mini mixer cans of coke for him to have as a treat at home, but only if he sips it.