Another year has flown by and there are fewer and fewer signs of the baby we welcomed into our home and hearts six years ago. The quiet, slow-to-warm boy is now a strong, boisterous, opinionated (ok, so he’s always been that) kid. And while he’s not as cuddly as he used to be, he’s always finding a new way to put a smile on my face (and a roll in my eyes, of course).
Lesson #1: There comes a day, right around the time you turn six, when you know exactly what you want and you aren’t afraid to tell everyone. Like a sandwich in the shape of a “6” on your birthday.
Lesson #2: Somehow I’ve had the lyrics wrong all these years. The outrageously hard song to sing is actually, “Happy birthday to me. I’m one hundred and three. My mom went to work, and hired a jerk, to do my homework!” Keeping it classy, six year olds. Keeping it classy.
Lesson #3: All things in reference to girls (who aren’t related to you) are “weird”.
Lesson #4: Searching for rocks at recess: Cool. Having your mom (who happens to be volunteering at for something unrelated) swing by to say hi while you’re searching for rocks at recess: Uncool.
Lesson #5: When your little brother and sister do exactly what you want (which is about 10% of the time), being the big brother is the greatest.
Lesson #6: There’s a good chance I will never be right again.
Happy birthday, Big! We love you so much and look forward to a year of learning all kinds of wonderful things from our six year old. Like how very wrong we are. (Even when we’re right.)