Last night at dinner when I suggested that he take the bus to school today now that he was a big 6 year old he scoffed at that idea. He said when he's in first grade. The kid has ridden the bus home from school every day this year but has no interest in riding it to school. Something about it being too noisy. He asked if I could rent him a private bus to take him to school for his birthday. I laughed and said "What, like a car service or something?" and he said quite seriously "Yeah..like a limousine!". Peter and I cracked up. How does he even know about private buses and limousines?
This birthday is going to be a crazy one. He is at school today and then will come home and have to rush off to a T Ball game tonight followed by a birthday dinner with gigi and Papa. We are having a little after school play date tomorrow with his buddies from the neighborhood. His real birthday party is a small gathering of a few boys from his class at a miniature golf course this Saturday followed by pizza and cake. He took spider man cupcakes to school today to share with his classmates. I felt a little badly that I did not make cupcakes for him to take to school but then I remembered that he doesn't care where the cupcakes came from as long as he has some. As parents we expect so much more of ourselves than our children expect of us. And we forget that the little things are what matters to them. This morning I made birthday pancakes for breakfast and served his on our "Today is your day, celebrate" plate that only gets pulled out for special occasions. I stuck a candle in the middle of his pancake and sang happy birthday to him. I knew he liked it but it wasn't until my friend, who drove him to school this morning (the closest I could come to a private bus) told me that he talked about the pancakes with the candle and his mom singing happy birthday to him the whole way up to school that I realized how much this simple gesture on my part made an impact on his morning. It made my day to know I had made his.
Six seems so old to me. Five still felt like a "little" boy. He still wore clothes that were 5T which to me meant he was still a toddler of sorts. Six is big. Six is riding a bike on 2 wheels instead of 4. Six is asking if he can have friends over to play. Six is swinging from monkey bars with little effort and climbing trees with no fear of what's below should he fall. Six is being able to read and write and suddenly being fascinated with calculators and math. Six is sometimes using a different tone than what I am used to hearing come out of his sweet little mouth which is a very abrupt reminder that seven, eight, nine and so forth will come quicker than I would like. It's so cliche to hear over and over again about how fast the time goes and before you know it they're all grown up. It's so true! I remember when he needed me to lay with him at night when he first switched to a big boy bed. I remember by the eight month of my pregnancy with Pierson, when I could barely haul myself over him and the little railing on his bed in order to get out once he finally fell asleep. I complained to Peter "when will this stop?". Peter told me then to enjoy it because he was not always going to want me to lay down with him. It was hard to see the sun through the haze back then but it's true. Now, when he wants me to sing him a song or rub his back, I'm there because I really want to be and not because it's something he needs from me.I love this little birthday boy with all my heart and I am so, so lucky that it was this perfect little specimen of boy that God decided to give to this girly girl to make her a mama.
Happy birthday buddy!
Here are a couple photos from the big day!
1 comment:
Time does fly! I think it speeds up when they are in school.
Very sweet post-
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