Alright. I think I calmed down now after that last posting. This one is light-hearted and melancholy at the same time (if that makes any sense.)
My son turns 5 years old today. That means it was 5 years and approximately 7 hours since I witness the miracle of my son coming into this world firsthand.
My life has never been the same since. I’ve watched as TCO (The Cute One – for the unititiated) has grown and evolved with his surroundings and with our guidence and antics.
There are things that I know he got from Wynter and I and others that just seem to come automatically. For example, the trademark grin and mischevious glint of the eyes I give…. or Wynter’s large vocabulary.
There are other things that just seem to come naturally. TCO has a very large thing for Family. Every one of his toys has a family. There’s the Bear Family, the Puppy Family, the Monkey Family, the Gorrila Family (and he definitely knows the difference between a monkey and a gorilla), the Bionicle Family, the Motorcycle Family, the Leggo Airplane Family… etc.
He also picks up rocks that he finds in parking lots and at pre-school that “looked sad and lonely” and brings them home and makes families for them (most of them are named “Rocky”… don’t ask me how you can tell them apart!)
He is also known to think of his sock puppet has his “little brother”, who he named Jack Peter. It’s not bad enough that everyone else is asking when we’re going to have more kids any time soon… our own son chiming in to guilt us into it.
This is one of the reason kids get pets.
The biggest thing that he has is Love. He loves his Mom and Dad with everything that he has. He will stop in the middle of whatever he’s doing, run up to Wynter and I and throw his arms around us… alot of times at both of us at the same time. He loves Family Hugs and Snuggles. He has all sorts of varieties of hugs and kisses that he can give.
And I’ll take those as long as he’s willing to give them out.
TJ
