Dear Mase....
(I could never forget you.)
You are currently seven years 10 months and 23 days old. Which is frightfully close to EIGHT. **deep breath** I probably shouldn’t have taken the time to count. Just in that short amount of time you probably grew another two inches.... I still can’t believe that the size 12 pants I purchased the other day... FIT YOU!! Oh my goodness.
I love you.
A lot.
Not just because the other day you let out a delighted ‘YES!’ in the back seat, as we were driving home, when Adele came on the radio. I think it’s more the fact you told me you loved me more than Adonna (aka: Adele) last night when we were ‘nuggling before you drifted off to sleep.
You do a lot of things that I think are hysterical... and I can only imagine where you picked them up. Like when Parker is whining (which he’s the master of) that he NEEDS to play Wii..... instead of just getting mad at him and saying ‘no’... you like to yell “You don’t NEED.... you WANT!” You also like to tell him “no Wii for you” when you are trying to manipulate him into doing something you want him to do. I don’t think this is very funny. But you are the master at manipulation. I’m hoping it’s a quality of being the first born.
School has been exciting... we are still homeschooling you, which I absolutely LOVE. There are a ton of critics out there. Lots of people that don’t understand why. Lots of people that think that homeschooling is “socially devastating” to children. Lots of people that don’t understand that the face of homeschooling has drastically changed over the last 5-10 years. It is amusing as to how many of these critics don’t have children of their own. Who haven’t experienced what it is like to love someone unconditionally and endlessly and to want only what is best for that person. They apparently haven’t looked at the California School system. Because if they had... they clearly wouldn’t think that budget cuts, teacher lay-offs, and over crowded classrooms would be better than the personalized learning that you receive one on one, everyday at home.
Uh. Sorry.
Let me get off my soapbox and go back to my original thought. But first let me give you some context to the story I’m about to share with you. When you were 5 years old we started kindergarten. Once a week we would drive you down to Marysville and you would take enrichment classes. The first month was hard. Not because you didn’t want to be there... because you did. Emily was there. And other kids. And let’s face it ... you LOVE people. But, at one recess your feeling got hurt, you hid under the bench. You had recess aids worried. Then you hid under your desk in the classroom. Next you decided you wouldn’t listen to all the other teachers, secretaries, aids.... etc. Needless to say... by the second week (and you only went once a week) I was called into the PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE to talk about your behavior. In your defense it came as a complete shock to the man that you were only in KINDERGARTEN. But never the less... I was mortified.
Now, lets flash back to the present. You still take enrichment classes once a week. AND... the other day we had our monthly meeting with your teacher. Do you know what she told me? She told me you were a pleasure to have at school. At that you were focused and really seemed to be enjoying it!! What a difference two and half years makes? Huh? You actually amaze me a lot of the time with school. Your reading is coming along... slowly but surely. You are mastering your sight words much quicker than I thought you would... but maybe that has to do with the oodles of candy and treats you earn for learning them. You love all things science. Last month we learned about solids, liquids, and gases... we made raisins dance, melted chocolate and remolded it into mustaches, we made bubble bombs and paper. It was a great month. I love to see the look of excitement on your face when you discover something new.
You still hang out with Emily. Although you don’t go to the same resource center as Emily. They recently purchased little quads and you enjoy going on them. You actually want one. Not sure how I’m going to pull that one off? Because really... it’s not on my list of things to purchase and I’m fairly certain you don’t have enough money saved up. Not that you aren’t good at saving your money... because you are. You actually saved up $114 that we applied towards an iPod Touch. You love it.... Parker loves it, so much so that he “can’t like” the LeapPad that we paid way too much for at Christmas. Oh boys.
Speaking of boys. You are now into building ramps for your bike. Ramps that you jump off. I know that this is only the beginning. I’m just thankful for a job that provides me with great medical coverage... because you never know when I might need it.
I love you Mason. More than plain tart frozen yogurt, more than a fizzy Coke, more than getting to watch The Bachelor in complete silence. I love you. A lot. So thankful that God chose me to be your mama.
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