Dear Son #3,
What can I say? You’re six-years-old today and never cease to amaze me. I can say, without a doubt, that you are a young man who knows what he wants and also what he doesn’t want. You will speak your mind (All. The. Time) and when describing you, I have heard many adjectives used: funny, smart, precocious, cute, energetic, independent, confident, crazy, fearless, persistent, courageous, unique, quick and pain in the a$$.
While I could highlight all of the times that these adjectives come into play, I
A: Want to keep this blog a reasonable word count and,
B: I don’t want to swell your head too much, you know.
So I’ll stick with 3 times that have really stood out to me this year.
In November, you decided one day that the training wheels on your bike must come off immediately. Your two brothers had just started without training wheels (finally) and it was absolutely unacceptable to you that you would still have them on. Slightly apprehensive we decided to lift up the training wheels to start—Daddy really didn’t feel like putting them back on five minutes time. Well, you proved us wrong and by the next day you were racing down the road on two wheels. I lost count on how many times you crashed into the dirt, sailed into the ditch or forgot to keep pedalling and did a slow-motion tip over, but that didn’t stop you. Apparently I was so busy ensuring you didn’t kill yourself that I actually didn’t get a photo of you on two wheels. In fact, I feel like that’s how I spend a lot of my time these days…#cliffjumping #ropeclimbing…
In December, we tested to go up in Taekwon-Do belts. It was the very first time we were doing it together and your very first time testing. It was a long test that went for about 4 hours and other than the occasional nose-picking you did surprisingly well. You rocked your patterns, your sparring and your kicks and proudly stood up with all of us to receive your yellow stripe belt. It was so amazing to see your hard work and persistence pay off and while I don’t usually get teary-eyed that often, this was one of those times. After the belt presentation, we proceeded to have the most touching group hug. Which you didn’t feel the need to participate in. Places to go, people to see after all.
Last month you needed to have a fair amount of dental surgery—3 fillings, 3 caps and 2 extractions. You really overachieved there. I explained everything to you that morning and you seemingly accepted it. I was nervous thinking that you didn’t really understand and that the stubbornness would come out when it was time to actually walk into the room. But, like so many times, you proved me wrong. You didn’t stop chattering to me, the nurses, the other patients, and I think the wall at some point, until it was time to go into the OR. I was only allowed to walk you to the doors and from there you were on your own. I tried to put on a brave face when you tugged my arm wanting me to go in with you and gently explained that I would be in the waiting room right around the corner and would find you as soon as you were done. The nurses and I braced ourselves for a meltdown but you shrugged and said “OK” and off you went. The nurses later told me that when they asked you to sit on the bed you did but then declared you would not be falling asleep for them. Sorry but they won. As promised, I came into the recovery room an hour and a half later to see you. You looked at me, I asked you how your morning was, you scowled and told me it was bad then you promptly threw up. Fair. It took a lot of energy on our part to contain you and make you rest that weekend. The surgery was Friday and by Sunday we had given up and instead prayed for the durability of the stitches. When it came to this procedure, courageous was really an understatement.
You’re my baby boy and as much as you can drive me nuts, challenge me and keep me on my toes, I love you more and more everyday as the adjectives keep coming. Life is never boring when you’re around and don’t let anyone ever extinguish that spark you have.
That doesn’t mean though that sometimes bedtime comes as a relief for me. I’m only human after all.
Love you little one and Happy Birthday,
Love Mommy
XOX
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