Living, Laughing, Learning…Daily
We have a SEVEN year old in the house. He’s suddenly very old- reading books, doing math in his head, and learning about, well, everything. He’s never met a documentary he didn’t like. He remembers EVERYTHING. He holds grudges about NOTHING. He’s still the sweetest, most affectionate kid I’ve ever met.
Today’s the first day of summer AND the boy is turning six. On June 1, he came down stairs and announced, “It’s my birth month!” and he’s been angling for special treatment ever since.
“It’s my birth month- do I have to put my clothes in the hamper?”
“It’s my birth month- can I pick a Netflix show first?”
“It’s my birth month! I get the last popsicle!”
The list goes on and on. Kindergarten finished last month, and I have to say, not only is he ready for first grade, he’s probably ready to get a job and move out on his own.
He’s growing up so fast- I really can pass on our board books, and our Bob books, and a lot of “preschool” toys.
He can swim like a fish, and has had a blast with his first team sport= teeball.
He’s obsessed with Skylanders, and Plants vs. Zombies, and Hot Wheels videos that some guy narrates on You Tube.
And he’s still as sweet as he was as a toddler, generous with hugs and kisses and the random, “Mom, I love you” that I never,ever get tired of hearing.
Six will bring more team sports, more reading, more Skylanders and more of all the things I love about him. I think I’m liking six already.
Last week I mentioned to Andrew that when it was finally June 21, when he woke up he would be five. Being born at 2:29am has its privileges, right?
Every morning this week he woke up and asked, “Am I five yet?”
Friday I finally got to say, yes, yes indeed you are young man.
We spent the day with grandparents and friends at his birthday party. We swam. We ate his favorite foods and of course there was cake. There was also present or 13.
As he was falling asleep last night he asked me, “When I wake up tomorrow, will I still be five?”
I was so happy to say yes.
Yes, we have one entire year of all the fabulous that is five.
One entire year of being old enough to reach things, but still appreciate some help.
One entire year (well, 180 days) of the magic that is kindergarten.
One entire year, I hope (and I’ll take longer) of still liking Thomas the Tank Engine and Chuck Trucks.
One entire year of being able to handle a full day of activity, but still falling asleep on the way home.
One entire year of kisses on the mouth and hugs so hard I might burst, and not being embarrassed to give them to me in front of his friends.
One full year of five.
I love it already.