Saturday, May 13, 2017

Letter to My Son

Dear Son,

You are finished with speech therapy for the school year.  Juli, your therapist, filled out your IEP for next year.  I hope we have Wednesdays again, if possible.  That seems to work out.  I had an interesting conversation with Juli. She said that she ended the school year with starting to work on the "th" and "sh" sounds.

I shared, "If Gregory says, "I want the ball over 'air." If I correct him "over THERE", then he will repeat it correctly."

Juli explained, "We first practice the sound.  Then we use the sound in words.  It takes a while before the sound makes it into every day conversations.  I notice that the "L" sound is part of his every day conversation now."  She is right.

You say "L" words beautifully now, such as when we went to Spudley's.  The restaurant has a map showing all the restaurants in the area, at least when the map was made.  You pretended your hand was a toy car and you drove through the streets.  I asked where you were going.  You replied, "I'm not sure.  It's very complicated."  The "L" sound in the middle of the word was beautiful and it wasn't effort or pause on your part.

Your speech therapist said she will pick up the "th" and "sh" sounds starting off the new school year.  It's interesting to better understand the process of speech.

At St. Augustine's, you studied plants one week.  You learned how a plant can be seen as a person's body, "Your hands are the leaves, your body is the stem, your feet are roots and your head is the flower."  Your teacher had each child plant a bean in a clear cup.  When you brought home the growing bean plant, we looked at the roots and talked about the parts.

It was perfect timing, because soon after the studies at school, we went to Longue Vue House and Gardens for a "Kinder Garden Activity."  This included walking in the children's section where kids (of all ages) were able to touch, smell and taste various herbs.  You liked the art projects too and loved walking through the kids maze of plants.  Both you and TJ enjoyed digging in the gardens (yes, it was allowed).

It wasn't long after that you asked, "Can we have a fairy garden?"  Daddy moved a large planter over so Mommy could repot some plants.  Then in a smaller container, we added your bean plant and a few little pieces for a fairy garden.  I'm hoping you take after your great grand-mother with a green thumb!

Chapel Day at school was lovely.  Last year you sat, you walked, you ran from end to end and sometimes you sang.  This year - completely different, you sang the songs and did the hand motions and you were part of the group.  I love that you have this from your school. Sometimes when we drive to school, we start singing in the car, "This is the day, This is the day that the Lord has made..." - the song you sing when your school group enters the church.

Just recently Mommy was listening to the K-Love radio station, a Christian station.  A song came on... I'm horrible with titles... but it was about someone who wanted to go back to his childhood, "this little light of mine, I'm going to let it shine"- that was a small part of the song.  After the song ended, you asked, "Mommy, was that a Bible song about Jesus?"  Yes, it was.  I love how you recognized your faith in a song.

After Chapel Day, we went to the park.  You saw a path that walks all the way around the park.  You said you wanted to go on the path.  I asked if you were sure, "Do you want to go on the path or go to the playground?"  You picked the path.  This made me so happy!  The park has a lot to offer.  You were thrilled to see three baby geese along the walk, as well as a white rooster, turtles, lots of ducks and birds... and you found a favorite tree that you called your "treehouse."  The limbs touched the ground, but it wasn't an oak.  The low limbs created a curtain all the way around the tree.  You found a small opening and called it your door.  Then you said another gap in the leaves was your window.  I enjoyed your enjoyment of nature.

You can also be so serious at times.  When it was raining and Opa and Oma picked you up from school, you said, "You have to be careful, Opa.  It's raining.  It's important to be careful because of the canal."  The other day we saw a car that slid into the canal.  Images stay with you.

This past week Mommy took you to get a hair cut.  You saw a gift wrapped up and wanted to know what it was for.  I said, "It's for a boy who is willing to be brave.  To do something he might not want to do."  You said, "I'm brave!"  I asked, "Are you willing to do something you might not want to do?"  You thought for a moment and asked with a quiver in your voice, "A haircut?"  I shook my head in agreement.  "NO Mommy, YOU can cut my hair, not Mrs. Gwen!"

That started a conversation.  "What's the difference between Mrs. Gwen cutting your hair and Mommy cutting your hair?"
You were in tears at this point, "I don't like the hummer."
This was a puzzle, "Why don't you like the hummer?  Is it the sound?
"No, because it feels like a bug."
I tried to reason with you, "But you know it's not a bug.  It's just a little tickle."
By the time we arrived at the hair salon and you were unbuckled, you ran to the other side of the vehicle, not wanting to get out.  The only way you would calm down and agree to go is when I said, "We will ask Mrs. Gwen not to use the hummer (electric blade).  But you have to promise to be very still and listen to Mrs. Gwen and not get upset."
Mrs. Gwen said it was the best hair cut yet!  You did wonderfully, no hummer involved.  It helps to ask questions and understand your fears, to help you find a way through them or around them.

Mommy has a new book for us to read together, but I want to download some activities to go along with the book.  It's about bugs that have their own language.  Nothing is written in English, so the reader has to decode the words based on the pictures.  It's detective work.  Mommy's cousin, Holly, suggested the book for you after experiencing a great response from the kids at her school.

Holly has suggested many great reading materials, including the two crayon books you have.  We can read those books over and over and you don't tire of them.  The other day, you broke a crayon.  You jumped up, "Don't run away, crayon.  I'll get tape and fix you up!"  It was adorable.

Today was Kristen's college graduation party.  Mommy made the cake.  You said, "I want to help, Mommy.  I want to decorate the top of the cake."  Ummm, no.  I love you, sweetheart, but I couldn't let you do that.  However, I turned a baking sheet over and showed you how to hold a piping bag.  You practiced a few times to see how the design came out, then you just wanted to eat the icing.

There's some left over icing and I plan on letting you practice some more, especially after you said, "I want to be a cake decorator too!"  It's a great skill and will take hand strength.  Also to note.. you practiced with your right hand.  I wonder when we practice more if you will shift to your left hand.

Tomorrow is a special day.  A day that many years in the past, left a sting of pain.  You have taken that pain away and filled it with joy overflowing.  Thank you for gifting me with being a Mom, every day is Mother's Day.  Thank you for being such a sweet boy, wanting to do the right things, loving to learn, offering adorable laughter, sharing your fears and working through them...  I'm grateful for you and for Daddy.  Our family is filled with laughter and love, every day simple blessings that make for happy memories.

Love Always,
Mommy


Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Letter to my son

Dear Son,

The last week of school before spring break, you eagerly showed me the Easter card you made.  "Mommy, it's an Easter egg with praying hands.  Open it.  Looks, there's a picture of a cross.  But nobody is on the cross, so that means Jesus is alive."  It was beautiful.  We are so fortunate you go to a school that values faith and is willing to teach to young children.

The Easter card helped... in a very sad situation.  Aunt Kim's mom passed away right before Easter.  Mommy and Daddy discussed if you should come with us to Aunt Kim's mom's funeral.  We agreed that you should be there.  We wanted you to be prepared, "Aunt Kim is saying good bye to her mommy.  Her mommy is no longer here on earth but in heaven with Jesus.  Remember the Easter card and how Jesus wasn't on the cross and he is alive?  Kim's mommy is alive and Jesus is taking care of her in heaven.  But Aunt Kim will miss her mommy and that's going to make Aunt Kim sad.  We're going to give Aunt Kim a hug and let her know that we are here for her and that she is loved."

You seemed to understand.  We walked in; you saw Kim, went right to her and gave her a hug.  You saw her crying.  You saw Mommy crying too.  You whispered that you might cry as well.  You saw Aunt Kim's mommy and looked at her.  You didn't ask any questions, but you looked for a while.  Oma and Opa came as well.  Aunt Kim and Mommy have been friends since the 7th grade.  Our families are family, though not by blood.

I don't know how much you understood, but you didn't run wild or act up.  You gave hugs and looked so sad when we cried.  I'm very appreciative of your behavior.

It felt strange to go from a funeral to a family gathering, but that's what we did.  You enjoyed the visit, the games, the egg hunt and the Easter bunny.  Both Mommy and Daddy had family gatherings and you were thrilled with each.  We are very lucky that the Bunny visits Opa's family and we have some really cute pictures, "Better than the mall bunny" according to Daddy.

This week is special, because TJ is staying with Oma and Opa for a couple of weeks and you are off of school this week.  You love TJ.  TJ doesn't say he loves you, but he shows it.... when we arrived at Oma and Opa's house this morning, TJ was crying, because he couldn't get the door open and he wanted you to come over to him.  Watching the two of you play is so sweet.

When the church had it's Easter egg hunt, they allowed children into the yard by age, "Anyone under the age of 1, anyone under the age of 2...." You said, "I have to wait a long time, because I'm a big boy now."  Later I realized that the church group stopped at the age of 6 or 7.... I don't have many  more years for you to innocently love Easter bunnies and egg hunts.

You are at the perfect age to understand and innocently accept the simple joys of the holidays.  It's beautiful and it makes me feel young again.  You are older than most of your cousins on your daddy's side, who are too young to fully grasp about the eggs and bunny.  You are younger than most of the cousins on your mommy's side, most of them don't participate in egg hunts any more.

You are at that perfect age and I want to soak up these memories, the youth, the joy, the magic and I want you to have the memories of the magic too.  It's what my parents lovingly gave my brother and me.  I was fortunate and I want this for you too.

You have taught me something... don't ever stop believing.  To see life and laughter through your eyes is a lesson for me.

Love Always,
Mommy


Saturday, April 8, 2017

Letter to my son

Dear Son,

You are taking a nap right now.  Naps are rare gems these days.  This morning we went with Oma and Opa to Mrs. Heather's strawberry patch.  You took to picking strawberries like a pro.  You became very picky too - you would turn the strawberry over and around, make sure it didn't have any green, no bird bites or too aged before you would consider picking the berry.  "I'm a farm boy now, because I'm picking strawberries" - the smile was there, even with your serious endeavors.

It was fun, but also educational.  As we were leaving, Mommy asked you, "Do strawberries grow on tall bushes or plants near the ground?"  You replied, "Low, low to the ground!"  I had another question for you, "How does a strawberry start off?"  You explained, "As a small white flower."

We went to Cracker Barrel soon after because you said you were thirsty and starving.  We managed to talk you into a cooked carrot.  You finished the entire piece.  You know that carrots are good for your eyes.

The other day, you said something to me from another room.  I walked into the room where you were and said, "Gregory, if you're going to talk to Mommy, you need to come into the room where I am, because Mommy doesn't have good hearing."  You looked at me for a second, "Okay, Mommy.... I have a question for you.... What vegetable is good for hearing?"  Oh son, you make me laugh and oh, I wish there was a veggie for hearing!

One evening, you walked into my craft area with an arm full of toys, "Mommy, I'm going to be a Scientist, an Inventor and a Spy.  This is my spy stuff.  I need to find a box for all my spy stuff."  Included in your arms was the camera Oma and Opa bought for you one Christmas.  You picked up a flat cardboard piece and took off with the tape.  I was curious, but didn't follow.  Within minutes, you came back with the sides taped up and a box made from a flat piece.  I was impressed.  You said, "Now, I have my box for my spy stuff!'

A few days later, you put two toys together.  You said, "This is a stamp."  It looked like one too.  You "stamped" my hand and said, "Shhhh, it's an invisible stamp.  It's a spy stamp.  The stamp turns into a watch that only you can see."  You walked away, then came back, "But don't tell anyone about it!"

You pick up on so much and you use words appropriately.  Such as.... you were getting out of the car with Oma and Opa.  It's a game between you and Opa on who gets to the house door first.  You whispered to Oma, "Distract Opa so I can get to the door first!"  Oma was surprised with your words and laughed too.  And yes, she followed your instructions.

My friend, Kim, said, "Aleta, Gregory is smart.  He is a mature four year old, probably because he is around adults most of the time."  This is true.  We don't use baby words and never have with you.  You will ask us, "What does (word) mean?"  If you don't know what we are saying, you want to understand.  I love that you do this.  It also makes us have to think about our definitions too.

Though you are primarily around adults, school is wonderful for your social skills.  Plus, Oma has some wonderful children on her street - EJ and Anthony and a new boy you just met, Carsen.  (You call him, "New Carsen" because you also have a classmate Carsen that you are good friends with.)  You aren't shy with children, even kids you don't know.

We also try to have as many play dates with your classmates as possible, from going to birthday parties, to meeting at the parks and this past week... we went to a Butterfly Release.  It was beautiful and sad, for those of us who understood the meaning - the children who died too soon.  Everyone was given a butterfly in a triangle envelope, with the instructions to only hold the tip.  You did as told, then you said, "I can hear my butterfly."

You held the envelope to my ear so I could hear too.  After a little bit, you sat down and looked sad. I asked what was wrong and you shared, "I'm sad.  I don't want to give up the butterfly.  I want to keep it as a pet."  I sat down with you and explained, "Butterflies are meant to fly.  How would you feel if someone caged you?  You love to run.  Would you want to be caged where you couldn't run?"  You said, "OK, we can let the butterfly fly away."  Soon after, Nathan and his mommy arrived.  You took off running together.  It was cute to see you play, then come back to watch the butterflies released.

A few weeks ago your school hosted a trike-a-thon to raise money for St. Jude's Children's Hospital.  You resisted learning how to ride your trike.  It's a heavy duty good trike that Daddy bought for you when you were one.  You didn't want to learn, because you said it was too hard to push the pedals.

When you saw the picture of a boy with no hair, you asked me what was wrong with him.  (It was a poster for the St. Jude's Hospital fund raiser.)  Mommy explained that the trike-a-thon was to help children who were in the hospital for a long time and sometimes had to take medicine that made them lose their hair.  You said, "I want to ride my trike to help the kids in the hospital."  My eyes got a little teary.

You were good with your word.  We took your trike out to Oma's street where there's a church parking lot.  It was a little tough going at first, but once you got the hang of it,  you started going really fast.  You said, "I'm not giving up!"  And at school... for the trike-a-thon, you road your trike and did a beautiful job.  You came home, gave me a hug and whispered, "I helped those children at the hospital today, Mommy."  Thank you, sweet boy, for having a beautiful heart, loving and sharing and pushing past your fear to help those in need.  This is what your wonderful school, St. Augustine's, has blossomed in you.

This year you are advancing in so many ways.  Mrs. Becky, your teacher, said, "When he first came to us, he didn't differentiate at all."  We truly didn't know if you were going to be left or right handed. You will still use your right hand from time to time, but we are seeing the left hand being slightly more dominant.  Mrs. Becky advised that not having the differentiation early on is a natural time delay on handing writing skills.

We are working with you on writing your name at home.  When you want to do something, go to the park, outside to play, go to the strawberry patch, etc - first you have to write your name three times.  We practice the letters individually and then your name.  Today, you did such a good job, we high-5'd after each letter.  You smiled so much!  I was happy to see you enjoying writing.

We are fortunate, not only for the school that you attend, with a watchful teacher, but also with Oma and her teacher family.  Oma might be retired, but teachers don't lose touch.  I'm friends with some of Oma's teacher friends on Facebook and when I asked for ideas on handwriting - not only did friends respond, but Oma's teacher family did as well, both in posts and private messages with some very helpful ideas and support.  What an incredible blessing!

Mommy bought a fun book about planets.   Your class studied planets last week and you brought home a fun project that shows the earth going around the sun and the moon going around the earth.  You said, "The earth orbits around the sun."  I asked you, "Is the sun a planet or a star?"  You said, "A star!"  When I asked you what's the biggest planet, you knew it was Jupiter.  And when Mommy asked you, "What is the planet that looks like Mommy's favorite color?"  You thought for a minute and said, "Mars, but you like Saturn more, because of the rings.  Mommy, did you know the rings are made out of rocks?"  Smart boy!

Next year, you will go to St. Augustine's.  In some way, I feel that we, as parents, let you down, because you were accepted into St. Martin's.  But even with financial assistance, we didn't know if we could budget for it.  After considering the options, we decided that it would be best if you stayed at St. Augustine's for the last year there and we would budget ourselves for St. Martin's for the following year.  It will be more difficult for you to get into St. Martin's on the kindergarten level.  If you don't get accepted the following year, it will make me sad.

St. Augustine's is a wonderful school and you are learning a lot, progressing in so many beautiful ways.  We are happy with the decision and hopeful with your future at St. Martin's as well as our ability to budget for the school.  If not St. Martin's, then we will research more for where you will go.

In the meantime, you have Easter parties, Easter egg hunts, family gatherings, swimming lessons, tee-ball games, reading programs and plenty of art projects and handwriting lessons to fill up your summer.

Your life is well-rounded and your character is developing in a loving way.  You are confident enough to be contradictory, but you are also learning how to be respectful.  You are rough and tumble with the older kids and children your age, yet you don't mind doing baby talk, silly goofy, with the little ones.

When we asked you if you would help your cousin, TJ, learn how to use the potty, you said, "Sure!  Just pull down your pants, stand next to the potty and pee!"  You make us laugh.  Always loving smiles, quick with hugs and eager to learn.  We want the most for you, sweet son.

Love Always,
Mommy




Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Letter to my son

Dear Son,

The last of the parades was this past weekend.  We didn't go to it.  But you enjoyed parades this season, including the one at your school.  Mommy was able to be there.  In fact, Mommy was able to spend time with you at school for some of your regular activities.

I go by many names, "Aleta, daughter, Lester's daughter, teacher's daughter, sister, wife, mommy" and it's cute to add "Gregory's Mommy" to the list.  Your classmates know me as your mommy and I feel very welcomed by them, always with smiles and waves, sometimes even hugs.

Since the last letter, you had your 4 year old doctor appointment.  You did great, until Daddy said you would have shots.  Then, you were a mess, constantly saying, "I don't want shots!"  Daddy said you had to be a big boy and face it, but even the doctor said, "immunization" rather than the word "shot" to you.  Your weight was taken, as well as your height - both are right in the middle of the growth chart.  The doctor was very pleased.  Your vision checked at 20/20.  And your hearing, not a surprise, was perfect.

When we asked how your appointment went, you said, "Not so great.  Because of the shots."  I don't know if you even felt the first one, but the second was miserable.  After the second shot, the third was a mass of 3 parents (Oma was there too) and 2 nurses holding down a 4 year old.  Thankfully no more shots until you turn 11.  Whew.

We went to a Chinese restaurant and you told Opa all about the shots.  Mommy gave you three pennies to drop into the pond.  Three pennies for three wishes, because of the three shots.

At 40 pounds, you no longer need to be in a car seat.  Now you are in a booster chair and you know how to buckle and unbuckle your seatbelt.  You also know the rules.  You don't take off the buckle until we tell you to do so.  You also don't lock the doors when they unlock!  (You did that once to Mommy after she already got out of the car.)

You are also undressing yourself, bathing yourself, drying yourself, getting dressed by yourself.  Sometimes, though, you don't mind help.  But most of the time, you like being an independent big boy.

Recently the library had a book sale.  We went with Oma to see what treasures we could find.  I was prepared for you to say, "Mommy, I'm bored.  Let's go."  Instead, you dove into the books.  You put so many books in our box that we had to go back through the box and see what we would actually purchase.  You would find a book and say, "This is the perfect book!  It's about baby animals!"  You would plead for other books.  The ladies around us smiled, "He is so cute."  "It's wonderful that simple things like books make him happy."  "Look at his beautiful blonde hair."  You weren't just well behaved, you were happy to be with us and go through the books.  Your joy brought joy to others.

Mommy really wanted to go to the India Festival at NOMA.  This wasn't Daddy's cup of tea, but he brought us, knowing how much Mommy wanted to go.  Poor Daddy fell and scratched up both knees.  You are "Dr. Gregory" for Daddy - helping to put ointment on his knees (which are healing).  The festival was filled with vibrant colors and spicy food.  What Mommy did, you wanted as well.  I had a henna design (moon and star) on my hand.  You wanted one and got a shark, which you proudly showed your friends later.  Mommy got the dot on her forehead.  We tried to say it was only for girls, but the lady giving them out said, "If he wants one, he can have one."  We didn't leave it on you for long.  Lol.

Some cute things to share...

Daylight saving time.  Spring forward.  It isn't easy on adults, worse for kids.  You know to look outside if it's getting dark to actually see if it's "time for bath and bed."  The morning after the clock change, you didn't want to wake up.  You said, 'But the sun isn't awake yet!"  How can a parent argue with that?

Daddy often is the one with the jokes.  But Mommy had a plan.  You almost gave it away.  We were working on a craft and joke for Daddy.  Daddy left his bedroom and went to the bathroom.  You ran around the house with your hands on your face.  You can't hide a secret, kiddo!  Daddy gave you a hug and you busted out, "We are not making ANYTHING."

This earned Mommy a stink eye from Daddy.  I told him he would see everything in the morning.  Actually, that's very accurate, as in.. 2 am.  The craft project was a Leprechaun hat made out of toilet paper, which was placed on the toilet top.  Then, we painted the bottom of your feet green and left Leprechaun prints on the toilet seat.  And we put green dye in the toilet water.  Daddy went to the bathroom at 2am and actually took a picture and posted it on Facebook.  It's good to surprise Daddy too.

While at Oma and Opa's house, you found some bubble wands.  Mommy said, "Bubble, Bubble, toil and trouble."  You repeated, "Bubble, Bubble, toilet trouble!"  Oma and Mommy laughed so hard we cried.  And yes.... bubbles could very possibly be toilet trouble.

The other morning, Daddy tried to wake you up by singing.  When you had enough, you said, "No more.  You're getting on my last nerd."  I guess we aren't too clear when we speak, but your choice of words are so funny.

However, not all things are cheerful.  Mommy was bringing you to school, taking the normal calm route.  When we were at the red light, full stop, we were hit from behind!  It was a hit and run.  Mommy  made sure you were okay, but was SO upset.  How could someone leave without checking to see if the people they hit needed help?  What's wrong with our society?  Son, if you are ever the cause of an accident, think of the people who you hurt.  Try to help them as best you can.

The ambulance and fire truck arrived quickly.  The EMT asked you questions, not Mommy.  The EMT turned to Mommy and said, "He had his seatbelt on.  Good job, Mommy.  He is a smart boy."  The firemen were happy to make you happy by allowing you to get on the fire truck.

Fortunately, there are good people in this world.  There was a witness to the accident and he took down the license plate number before it sped off.  He stayed with us until Daddy and the police officer arrived and gave information to confirm what happened.  Help people, sweet boy, even when you aren't in the accident.  You can't imagine how much this matters to those going through a situation.

You are learning how to have sweet manners.  You open doors for Mommy and say, "Ladies first."

You love making projects, playing games and practicing finding Easter eggs.  Yes, it's already that time again.  This year, you are more and more into what's going on around you.  Your eagerness and joy is contagious.  You love going to your friends birthday parties and singing them Happy Birthday.  We recently went to Harper King's birthday party at Storyland.  You've been there before, but this time... you remember the rhymes, which made the characters even more fascinating to you.

We received wonderful news that St. Martin's Episcopal School accepted you application.  Mommy and Daddy know you will receive a great education in a caring environment much like you have at St. Augustine's.  I'm praying financial aid comes through for us so that we can submit the final paperwork.

There are SO many events coming up in April.  I'm eager for you to enjoy as much as possible.  Sometimes it can be exhausting on the parents, but you love outings, seeing new things, you soak it up with smiles and son.... that's what makes it all worth it.

Love Always,
Mommy


Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Letter to my son

Dear Son,

While Mommy was driving, someone honked their horn.  You said, "They are saying Hello, Mommy."  I smiled, "Maybe they are."  You replied, "No, Mommy, I was joking.  They were being rude."  You make me laugh!  You like to test the waters with telling jokes, knowing you are meaning the opposite and then you end it with, "That was funny."

On Valentine's Day, mommy and daddy bought you a teddy bear holding a heart with candy inside.  You gave mommy a heart filled with Sponge Bob candy.  Of course, you wanted the Sponge Bob candy, but it was breakfast time.  I told you it was too early in the morning for candy.  Crossing your arms, stomping out of the room, you called out, "Well Fine!"  You went into your room.

You came out of your room and asked for candy again.  The scene repeated itself.  When you tried a third time, Mommy said, "If you keep asking, Mommy will get upset."  This is one of your tactics, keep trying and wear a person down.  It didn't work.  Mommy stayed calm, riding out your whining.

After a few minutes, you came up to me and said, "Mommy, I have something to tell you."  I said, "Okay, I'm listening."  You said in a sweet voice, "I'm sorry for being mad at you earlier."  I said, "Thank you for the apology."  You added, "Mommy, I have more to tell you."

Surely you weren't going to ask for candy again?!  You smiled, "I love you!" and you ran into my arms for a big bear hug.  It was the best Valentine's gift ever.   You melt my heart, sweet boy.

Such much happens around your birthday.  Four days before is Valentine's day - you loved helping Mommy make the Valentine's day bags for your school friends.  You and your schoolmates were very generous, coming home with all kinds of sweets, cards and toys.

On Thursday after Valentine's Day, Father AJ sent Mommy a text message that during Chapel Day, you received birthday blessings and you were really cute.  Oh, how I wish I could have been there to see that!

For Friday, you delivered the dinosaur cupcakes that Mommy made for your classroom.   You said that you had a birthday hat and a certificate and a ribbon from your teachers and everyone sang Happy Birthday.  You were so proud of the hat and gifts from your teachers!

A side note - a little after you birthday, you tripped and fell at the school playground.  You told Oma, "I had an icepack on my leg and everyone had to be super nice to me."  Again, your words are adorable.

Saturday, the 18th, was your birthday and you were SO excited.  Even with the carnival season in full swing and flu season on the rampage, thus making for some understood cancellations, you still had 18 kids and plenty of adults at your party.

This year, instead of having a celebration at home, we booked the "one hour flight time" at Sky Zone.  All kinds of trampolines and foam blocks and games were available.  As one father said, "This is a great place to have a party, better than at a home.  By the time you pay for a bounce house to be delivered and the food and prep the food and clean the house and have the party and then clean afterwards - it's all for the same price and this is a lot less hassle."  It was the first time we had a party away from the home and it was a happy success.  I loved seeing all of the smiles on the kids' faces.

Thinking about it, you had third cousins and fourth cousins that came to the party, pretty amazing and friends from Oma and Opa's street, lots of sweet schoolmates (all the parents and grandparents took their time and energy to bring the children, which is work and I'm grateful for that) and your grandparents and aunts and uncles - what an incredible blessing!

After the flight time, true to Mommy's promise to you, upstairs Mommy had the room decorated in dinosaur theme from a dinosaur banner to a dino wall scene, dino plates and napkin and..... Mommy baked a baby triceratops dinosaur (which Daddy said looked more like a cat Lol).  But you loved it and if you were happy with the cake, then so was I!

The next day, you brought dinosaur masks to share with your classmates as a "thank you" for coming to the party.  (We also had dino party favor bags, which you insisted that we make to share with your friends.  You are learning more social skills than I knew at your age!)

Soon after you birthday, we received a "waiting list" letter from the Magnet school that you applied for.  I was a little sad with the news, but also expecting it.  The day you took the test, Daddy asked Mommy where I thought you would place.  My response was, "He won't be in the top 80 spots, but he will rank high enough to be on the waiting list for acceptance."

Over 1500 children applied for 80 seats.  Your wait list position is seat 20.  So, out of 1500, you ranked at 100.  That's not shabby, sweet son.  You couldn't write your name, which is a skill set the magnet school wants you to have in pre-k.  I'm proud of you, Gregory.  My wish is for you to have a well-rounded education and a CHILDHOOD.  I say this to you, but believe me, I was stressing about the results of the Magnet school letter which said you are "Advanced" but you didn't reach the mark of "Very Advanced" which would have guaranteed a seat in the 80 positions available.

The middle of the bar was "Limited to Average" then "Average" then "Average to Advanced" then "Advanced" and highest "Very Advanced."  Placing second to highest for a 3 year old (that was the age you took the test) is pretty darn good.

Today, we went with Oma to the library.  You asked, out the blue, "Can we go to the library?"  Mommy said, "Actually, it's a good night to go, because they are doing the "Reading to Rover" program.  Do you want to read to a dog?"  If you had a tail, it would have wagged!

You grabbed your "B" book.  It was a story about "little b" who filled her box with a lot of things, such as bees, baby baboons, bears, bananas - it is a cute adventure story.

And... you read the story to a dog named, Benny.  He loved the story so much that he rolled over for a tummy rub.  You did so well with reading the words that Benny's owner asked you, "Do you like to read?"  You said, "Yes."

She then asked, "How old are you?"  You were eager to share your big boy age, "Four!"  Mommy added, "He JUST turned four."  The lady looked at Mommy and said to you, "You are reading way before you are supposed to."

So, Magnet school.... I have a four letter F word for you... Fool.

Sorry, that was mean of Mommy.  You learn quickly, son, when it's something you are interested in.   You fight us on writing your name.  Part of the problem is you don't have the strength in your hands yet.  We are working on that too.  But I'm not going to sacrifice your childhood to become a stressed out overachiever.  You need laughter and learning.  We'll find the right balance for you.

In the meantime... there are friends' parties to attend, visits with family planned and Mardi Gras parades at your school.  Continue to love life and listen to conversations and soak in the world around you.... and.... as you did this evening.... take the time to enjoy a beautiful sunset.

Love Always,
Mommy


Saturday, February 11, 2017

Letter to my son

Dear Son,

You ate worms.  You laughed about doing so too.  We were at a restaurant and it started with you making a LOUD fart.  I thought it was Daddy; it was that loud.  You denied it at first, but then admitted it was you.  Our food came and Daddy said, "EWWWW, don't eat the worm!"  You delighted in doing so, when normally you wouldn't touch spaghetti.  Farts and worms, the life of a mommy with a boy.  Such was our Italian night out at Cafe Latte Da.

Your teacher spoke with mommy about a question I had just recently, "I think he is going to be left-handed.  His grip is stronger in his left hand and he writes better with his left hand.  I'm going to guide him more towards the left, but I'm not pushing him.  I spoke with Carrie (the assistant teacher) and she agrees with me."  We spoke for a little while outside of your classroom.

When I walked into the room, you jumped out of the sleep mat and ran to me, "Mommy! Mommy!"  I later asked if you took a nap at all.  You replied, "No.  I heard your soft talking to the teacher and I knew you were there.  Then I saw you and jumped up!  I was happy!"

Since that conversation, your teacher has suggested using play dough and soft balls to squeeze in order to strengthen your hands.  You love play dough, so that won't be a difficult thing to incorporate more into your play time.

Another day when Mommy picked you up from school, I asked the standard, "How did Gregory do today?"  Your teacher said the same reply, "He did great.  He always does great!"  But then she added, "He is a good kid."  I said, "Aw, thank you."  But then she continued, "No, I mean, he REALLY wants to do good.  Not just that he tries, but he truly wants to do the right thing."  That made me so happy to hear!

You love apples in the morning, especially when you get to use the peel and core machine.  You crank away at the machine and we all enjoy the spiral slices.  One morning you said, "Oh, this one has seeds on it."  You took the seeds off, then you and Daddy planted the seeds in the garden.

We asked you what seeds need to grow.  You jumped up and down, "Sun and rain and LOVE!"

Every day you want to go outside and look for the apple tree to grow.  We don't think the seeds from the apples will take.  Instead, Daddy bought a blueberry and grape plant (looks more like a stick).  Daddy said, "We have to work in the backyard garden."  You said, "The backyard garden is a terrible, terrible mess!"  I had to laugh, because you are correct.  The weeds are horrible.  Hopefully the plants will survive as well as the weeds seem to....

You and Daddy also planted carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes, bell peppers and flowers in small pods.  The carrots are already taking off and we'll soon have to put them in the ground.  It's great to see your enthusiasm in growing things!  When I see your eagerness to water the plants and sing to them, I think, "Maw Maw would be so happy."  Your great-grandmother used to grow a lot of veggies and flowers.  She can't keep up with her gardens now, but they used to be amazing.  Maybe you'll have her green-thumb gene.

A few nights ago you woke up sobbing.  You had a nightmare where you heard Mommy saying, "Hurry, hurry, get into the car."  But you didn't and the car left without you.  You cried as you shared the dream with me.  Your tears broke my heart.  I held you until you calmed down, "Mommy is right here.  I'm right here."  You fell back to sleep, but I stayed up... thinking about the nightmare I had a few nights ago.

I dreamt that the three of us, you, Mommy and Daddy, went to a party.  A lot of people were at the party that we didn't know.  You ran and we couldn't find you.  We called out your name and we ran out of the house, running down the streets.  I saw two adults with two kids and realized that you were one of the kids.  The kidnappers had dressed you in girl's clothing so nobody would look for you.  Daddy and Mommy took off towards you, praying we could get to you before you got into the car.  I woke up at that time, terrified and had to check that you were okay. I never had dreams like this until I became a parent.  It's the scariest thing.

From nightmares to scary nights.  After your bath, Daddy wrapped you in a towel and picked you up. He tripped on the bottom of the towel and the two of you fell.  Your mouth got hurt - inside the upper and lower lip where your teeth must have gashed.  Your mouth was bleeding so much it scared the heck out of me.  I had to beg you to swish water in your mouth to clean it out and see where the blood was coming from.  You didn't like seeing the blood.  Thankfully, the bleeding stopped and we determined a trip to the hospital was not needed.

That said, Mommy asked Oma and Opa to set up a doctor's appointment for the next day, just to be on the safe side.  I figured the doctor would recommend an antibiotic, because it's not like there's an ointment I can put on a wound... this is inside your mouth.  Sure enough, the doctor gave a prescription, also said soft food for a couple of days and that you might bruise on your back and leg, because you were sore there.  But nothing sprained or broken and your teeth are okay.  I didn't sleep at all last night.  I gave you Tylenol and you allowed me to put a cool small towel on your lip for the swelling.  Then we talked for a while so I could know that you were okay... you slept and I watched over.  Things can happen so quickly.

You are so precious, my sweet son.  When you get hurt, it leaves a scar on my heart.  Mommy wants to wrap you up in a bubble to protect you.  People say that can't be done, but just recently this was proven wrong.  We went to a festival where there was an air ball that you got into and walked and spun around on water.  You were afraid at first to get into it, but warmed up to the idea later.  I was proud of you to overcome your fears and try something new.

It was so much fun that you cried when it was time to get out of the bubble.  It was pretty expensive, so we couldn't afford for you to go in there again.  But how wonderful that you did it!  Now.... if I could buy one and just keep you wrapped up safe....

This past week, Oma and Opa picked you up from school a lot, while Mommy worked longer hours for billing time.  Oma taught you how to play "go fish" and "battle" with cards.  You know what the King, Queen, Jack and Ace cards look like and it's great for number recognition.  Playing is fun, but losing... eh, not so good.  When you lost to Opa, you gave him a fierce scowl.  Oma turned it into a game (great redirection), "Who can make the angriest face?  the saddest face?  the funniest face?"  She video'd it and you would then say, "Let me see the video!"  I have to say, those videos are hysterical!

I thought you would be spending an afternoon with Oma this past Friday, because Mommy and Daddy had to do taxes.  You said that you would be a good boy and that you wanted to come with us. Then you said, "Remember when I went there and I broke the toy?"  The memory came flooding back.  You broke one of the CPA's grandkids' toys.  Wow.  You remembered this, even before going to the CPA's house!

When we arrived for taxes, Lynn asked if you wanted to watch cartoons.  That's a given!  He turned on the TV and you looked around and asked, "Where can I sit?"  Lynn said it was up to you, any place.  Daddy and Mommy settled in to do our taxes.  I shared how you remembered about the broken toy.  Daddy and Lynn had the same reaction, "Oh my gosh, I completely forgot about that!"  Between numbers, we talked about food and lobster.  Within seconds, you came into the room with a hamburger pillow, which you thought was neat.  Lynn said, "Interesting that we are talking about food and he comes in with the hamburger pillow."

As we signed the paperwork and checked once again on how you were doing, Lynn said, "You have a really good kid.  Ya'll are doing a great job."  Aw, that's so sweet.  We're blessed with you, Gregory.  Oh now, don't let that get to your head.  When you don't get what you want or when you don't win at a game, you have a temper to you.  Also, when you aren't feeling well, you tend to get snappy until we realize you aren't feeling well.  But these times aren't your dominant personality.

Such as today, when we went to the St. Christopher Boy Scout Parade.  You had a blast.  Laughing, smiling, catching beads and stuffed animals and toys.  One boy threw a stuffed football to you, but you missed.  The boy went chasing after the football before another child could take the football that was meant for you and the boy handed it to you.  After he rejoined the parade route, we realized it was a little girl who was going to get the football that you missed... You gave it to her.  That was so awesome.  You didn't fuss about giving up the football, which by the way, you really love playing football with Daddy.  You gave the toy to the girl willingly and with kindness.

You listen when we don't realize it and you pick up on humor so quickly.  The other day we were watching a movie and the character said something funny with a combination of words.  We both laughed.  Later that day, you used the same words, but with things you like, "I like peanut butter and Toy Story.  Don't judge me."  You had the attitude and all.  I busted out laughing.

Daddy also shared this on Facebook:

My (almost) 4 year old son just told me "You're an acquired taste". And I am like... WHERE DO YOU GET THIS FROM??

You use things at the right time, so it's not just being a parrot.

How much of your childhood will you remember?  You remembered something from last year when we did taxes.  How much will stay with you?  The good things, I hope.  I pray we can create many happy, childhood memories for you - from learning at school and making new friends to walking in air balls and catching beads.  Childhood should be about joyful times and creating good character.  I hope you will think we're good parents.  The future will hold times of you thinking you know it all and will fight us... but in the long run... I pray you know you are loved.  I pray you will find smiles when you think back on your childhood.

Love Always,
Mommy


Sunday, January 22, 2017

Letter to my son

Dear Son,

You told Daddy upon his return home from a three day business trip, "I didn't make Mommy upset, not even one time."  Before Daddy left, he told you to behave and be extra good, because Mommy wasn't feeling well.  I had a sinus infection (which I'm still coughing from, but a thousand times better than last weekend).  My parents were out of town at the time, Daddy was away on business, but even with that.... you going to school and Mommy going to work and being sick, well, we managed.  But yes, I'm thrilled to say you were an extra good boy.

I can't believe that in a few weeks you will be four years old.  You were such a sweet baby, loving cuddles and falling asleep holding strands of my hair.  Even as a baby, you loved to smile and see us make silly faces.  Now, as a boy, you enjoy making the silly faces, jokes about farts (boys, what can you do), and giving hugs and kisses.

Just recently I watched a television show... there was a mom and her 14 year old boy.  The son was pretty obnoxious.  The mother walked into his room and she said to herself, "I miss my baby.  My sweet boy who gave hugs and was quick to smile.  I miss that sweet boy."  I don't know what your future will be, how obnoxious you might become... so in the meantime, I'm cherishing these precious moments of your sweetness.

You love doing things on your own, "no, let me do it."  We love to teach you and help you grow in your confidence and independence... but sometimes... it's not a good thing.

Today you gave Mommy and Daddy a horrible scare.  We were in the grocery store.  You darted down a different aisle.  Daddy said he was going after you, but then we couldn't find you!  We were running down the aisles calling your name.  I heard your voice and saw you running for me.  Daddy and Mommy were so upset that you started to cry.  You are independent, but you hopefully understand how important it is to stay with Mommy and Daddy now.  You're just too fast and determined.

It's the first time we've had a scare like that and I pray never again.  We explained how a stranger could take you away if you aren't with us.  Next time we go somewhere, we will have this conversation with you again prior to the outing.  You're a smart boy and you understand.  You make promises and you know you need to keep them.  Staying safe with Mommy and Daddy is a big promise.

School is going very well.  Each morning you want to stay in bed.  Daddy and Mommy become the tickle monsters.  You greet the sunshine with laughter.  Once we are at school, you are eager for the classroom door to open.  There's a small window on the door; you stand on tippy toes to look through the window.  Then you step aside for your school mates to look and see what the teachers are working on for the day.

Some mornings you ask me if you can run and play with your schoolmates in the St. Augustine courtyard.  After you promise you will come back inside when the door is open - then, yes, you run outside, play chase and tag and see which child can jump the highest.  As another parent said, "How do they have that much energy in the morning."

When we are in the hallway, a few minutes before the door opens, you and your friends are chatterboxes.  You'll describe the decorations on the door, point to each name, talk about favorite toys.  It's adorable.

When I pick you up from school, you grab my hand and run me over to the wall, showing me how your banana is in green.  You aren't the only one.  While we are there and you point to your banana in green, other children then get up and say, "There's my banana too!"  The children have a sense of pride in their good behavior.

Thinking about next year makes me a little sad.  We still don't know what school you will attend.  Will you get accepted into a school that only spent 15 minutes with you for testing?  Will you get accepted into a more expensive school where we are trying for financial aid?  Will you win the lottery (literally) at another school?  Will you stay at St. Augustine's for the last year they offer classes?  You have friends this year.  I'm praying that even if you and your schoolmates go to different schools next year that we, as parents, can keep in touch via Facebook and attend play dates and parties.  The children at your school are so sweet and a great group of friends.

For instance, when Daddy came back from his business trip, he offered to bring you to school the next morning.  I made your lunch box and put it in Daddy's car.  But when Daddy dropped you off to school, he forgot the lunchbox.  The teacher called Mommy at work and I sent Daddy a text.  Fortunately, Daddy was really close by your school and dropped your lunchbox off in time.

Daddy said, "It was cute to see all the kids sitting at the table for lunch.  Gregory pointed to me and said, "You FORGOT my lunch!"  The other kids all spoke up, "That's okay.  We took care of Gregory.  We shared our food with him."  It was something to see."  This story warmed my heart - children not just sharing with a schoolmate but taking care of their friend in need.  This is the beauty and character that the parents and St Augustine's teachers and environment have developed with our children.

I love you, son.  I love your joy of life and your compassion and even your little frowns of annoyance.  Thank you for letting me see the world through your eyes and lifting my spirits to youth and faith again, the way that only a child can do.

Love Always,
Mommy