Sometimes, I am in wonder of this Sammy boy. The boy who eats peanut butter and jelly for breakfast, sometimes "fast eggs" or occasionally cereal. He calls his cereal, "honey nut
the cheerios"
I laugh, every time, and he never knows why. It's one of the bright spots in my morning. Maybe because
I'm the one who's slightly nuts.
He's the boy who told his dad last week, "I'm glad I'm a boy, so I can have
dangerous toys." It's true, I've seen play hammers and paintbrushes and even legos turn dangerous when he is around. His imagination turns them into other toys and he can pretend for hours.
Today he was a caterpillar in a chrysalis waiting to turn into a butterfly....he didn't wait long....not enough patience. Sam showed me his trick today, a front flip on the trampoline. The sight of it, nearly stopped my mother heart. Too dangerous, I said. And, by the way, when did he learn to
do that?!
Last week he got a letter welcoming him to the Two Way Dual Language Program next fall. Can he really be starting school already?
Sammy is the boy who is
convinced that white crayon doesn't show. This picture would suggest differently...
Today I wanted to record some of the things he has been doing and saying lately. Because, he is growing before my very eyes.
Then as the day progressed, things didn't go exactly as we had planned. Rules were broken, consequences had to follow. Tears followed and anguish over lost privileges. It was a morning that felt hard to be a mom. I'm sure it felt hard to be a 5 year old boy. It's hard for me to see you sad. By afternoon, we moved on and tried to learn from the process. Then tonight before bed he said, "Mom, sometimes when I get in trouble, I feel like you don't love me." To him, my Sammy boy, I said, "I love you sooooomuuuuch and that's why we have rules and consequences. I want you to be safe because I love you." We had a big hug and stories. I hope that he remembers both. That the rules are for his safety and that I LOVE him soooomuuuuch.
