A Very Happy 7 Years
I know he’s mine, but I’ve got one very cool – as of today- seven year old son.
Yes, he’s stubborn and drives me bananas many times. But then he does stuff like takes the stoppers from my Starbucks drinks and uses them to “conduct” whatever music he hears at the moment. Here lately it’s the Star Wars theme song.
He’s grown up a lot this year. First grade presented a new challenge, but he’s got a teacher who is up to the task and he says he loves her. And he actually listens to her, which is important.
He loves to build cardboard forts, blanket forts, robots, dances with Mommy in the living room, wants to take tap dancing lessons, and is one of the fastest kids on his soccer team.
He’s a math whiz, and one of his favorite Christmas presents was a dry erase multiplication tables workbook. They aren’t even on this part of math yet but I… er, Santa… thought it couldn’t hurt to start on it early. He’s obsessed with it.
This is the same kid who fights with his sister all day long when she’s annoying him, but if anyone else messes with her it’s over.
The same little man who, when his sister had trouble opened the door the other night, exclaimed “that’s why I’m a GENTLEMAN!!!” Ha! Feminist that I am, I still think it’s important for him to learn to open doors for ladies at an early age.
He’s the first person I fell truly, deeply, in love with. The first person who allowed me to see what it means to sacrifice for someone else. The little guy who prepared me for his sister’s coming the following year.
My little B, who isn’t as little as he used to be, a very happy 7th birthday to you! May you always grow, always have the same spirit, the same die hard love.
My love to you,
Mommy
