Six to Seven
When I was upset about something a few weeks ago, you quickly told me "at least it's not the end of the world, right?" You said a few other things that surprised me, so I asked, "How come you're so wise? Where'd you learn to say that?" and you said, "From you! When I'm upset, that's what you tell me ... so now I'm telling it to you to make you feel better. Do you feel better now?" ... "I sure do...", I giggled through tears. You are such an amazing compassionate empathic soul.
You are loved fiercely by your friends, and you have made some great ones this year. Other kids seem to naturally gravitate towards you. You are fun and respectful and loyal. I couldn't be prouder, my boy.
The other day you saved a bee from drowning in the water. Bees are one of your greatest fears. You came inside to tell me what you had done and I could see it on your face ... pride. You should be proud.
You love to create, you love to make believe, you love to sing, you love to dance, you love to be goofy. I love that you love those things.
This is the first year that I've looked at your baby pictures and have had tears, wishing we could just go back for a day or two so I could be with that baby boy and remember what he was like. You've made such leaps and bounds that it all just seems so far away. But in the same breath, I'm also so excited for you as you grow older. Each year that passes by, you're able to do and like so many more things. Six was the year you finally liked ice cream (hallelujah!). It was the year you really learned how to read. You're so confident on your bike now and like to do crazy boy skids and ride on different types of terrain. You have lost 8 of your baby teeth. You can't wait to be in Grade 2. You already know what it's like to have and create childhood memories.
You're only Six for a few more days. Seven will be here soon. I am celebrating all that you are now and all that you will be.
I love you my precious boy. Keep being you ... it's workin' for ya ;-)



