Finally you are 6-years-old today (tonight to be more specific). Wow.
To be honest, it kind of feels like you’ve been 6 for a long time already. You and you almost 8-year-old brother are often mistaken for twins. You eat the most at one seating than your family, including me, and I’ve been known to pack back the food in my day. You are strong like a bull, like your father, which you proved to us and a bunch of 6-year-old’s when you singlehandedly helped your team win a tug-of-war where you were the anchor. You are driven, determined, serious, focussed and everything else that people look at and follow up with “wow”. Quite frankly if I didn’t see your birth with my own eyes, I would have thought you were switched at birth.
I mean you are the reason why I herniated the disc in my back – because until you were 10 months old, you refused to sleep more than 2-3 hours at a time. I carried you morning, noon and night – even though all you wanted was food and mummy. Mummy also had Linus to take care of, so it was me or the cry-way. Tough luck for you! You were stuck with me.
Looking back now I should have known how you would be at 6-years-old… When you were born – a planned home birth – your breathing was shallow so the mid-wives stepped out of our bedroom to call 911 (forgetting that our parents were on the main floor listening and becoming quite worried – I remember my mother calling me as the mid-wives were explaining that calling for backup just in case was a standard practice from babies with shallow breathing – asking me if everything was alright because she heard the call, whereas we did not. But after seeing what you did when you were given oxygen by the mid-wives – you ripped the tube from your mouth over and over again, we all knew you would be just fine! You didn’t want it. You didn’t need it. You didn’t have it.
Fast forward to today and you are the same size and weight as your 7-year-old brother. You look older than you are, you act older than you are and you have an old soul who comes across as a kind, compassionate boy who asks really great questions – some not so great mind you (If Big Show fought all the birds in the world, who would win?).
You love school but get frustrated that you’re not learning fast enough – like after the 2nd day when you wanted to quit school because you were colouring with crayons and you could do that at home, you certainly didn’t need to go to school for that – and you get frustrated when your classmates talk during class or (gasp) try to talk to you when there is work to be done. You also somehow failed to mention to us last year that you were reading at a beginning grade 2 level when you were finishing senior kindergarten. You excel at karate and swimming. You are a trusting friend until someone does you wrong, then you have a memory of an elephant, yet your big brother is your best friend and your worst enemy at the same time. You two fight, then within a few minutes you’ve made up and are playing together again like nothing happened.
You have a very strong sense of justice, and as a result you always protect your brother and sister and I’ve often told the story about how, when you were 2-years-old, a 6-year-old boy took your brother’s balloon. After he had asked for it back, unsuccessfully, you stepped in and grabbed this boy by the shirt, looked him in the eyes and said “I’m going to throw you in the garbage!” He handed you the balloon and quickly walked away. You passed that balloon to your brother and went on playing like nothing happened.
You are a piano whiz, and you said you want to try the violin and learn your way up, trying all the string instruments, until you get to the big ones, like a cello.
When asked what you want to be when you grow up, you replied with; “Everything!” I finally got you to confirm it was because you wanted to know what you would really be good at want to do for the rest of your life.
When I blog about things you have said, like punching G-d, my hits go through the roof. You’re very funny, and the reason we started a Twitter account for you, called @LittleBoyPurple which we don’t update any more, but you probably will one day because you’re a hoot!
So, son, I want to wish you a very happy 6th birthday. I love you and please, keep feeding me the material, and let me know when that middle child syndrome has set in.