That’s How He Rolls

We dangle cookies in front of our child instead of carrots:

Gimme that cookie!

Steady! Steady, now!

Yes, I’m a big boy!

That’s enough tricks for one day. I’m outta here!


I Am Thankful

“Mom, I love you because you are my friend.”

This kind of statement makes me melt. *sigh* Wildman has that wonderful childhood innocence that is so precious. He wears his heart on his sleeve. If I could hold on to this time with him forever, I would. From time to time I get a little panicky knowing that his sweet, free-spirited, preschool days are numbered. He’s going to go to big boy school and grow away from me. He’s going to give me that ambivalent look and roll his eyes at me. I can see it coming and it makes me sad.

For right now, J and I are the center of his universe. And there’s no place that I’d rather be. I’m blessed to be able to stay at home with him. To celebrate the little victories of teaching him to write his name. To kiss the boo-boos better. To play tag in the backyard with reckless abandon. To help him work out and express his emotions when he gets his feelings hurt. Yes, our days are numbered. I’ll always be there for him, of course. But things will change and he’ll be less inclined to say “I love you” or “Come play with me, Mom”. He won’t want me to take him to the park at the drop of a hat. And he won’t want to help me cook dinner.

I don’t know why I’m being so melancholy today. I guess I just want to capture how happy I am that I have this little person in my life. He makes me appreciate every day. I notice more things when I’m with him. Like the moon and birds and pretty sea shells. I am thankful.