In just five days you will be free to throw off your "It's a school night" seat belt and roam about your Summer vacation covered in dirt and eating bomb pops. Its time to camp and cookout. Its time to stay up late and sleep until you feel like getting out of bed (which will probably be just as early because that's how my luck works but that's cool. At least I won't be rushing you off to school in my pajamas). It's time to slip n' slide and make dandelion wishes. It's time to go to Summer Institute and Hogwarts.
FIVE MORE DAYS! FIVE MORE DAYS! FIVE MORE DAYS!
You have made friends, learned to read, surpassed me in math comprehension and stood up for yourself when confronted with a doody-faced punk muffin on the playground. You showed me that out there in the big bad world you can hold your own.
I gotta tell you that centuries ago when I was in elementary school, I was a jittery, hopped-up, insecure Talky von Nervous Wreck on the inside. I used to see kids like you being carefree and breezing through the day not caring about all the social expectations and wish that I could be like them. It is not lost on me that you were the one teaching me this year (and all the years?)- you have become the kid I always wanted to be on the inside. You have a breezy-ness to you. You let stuff roll off your back. Actually I think you never notice it being on your back in the first place. That is a damn gift and you didn't learn it from me. You, my son, are self taught.
I know this is because you have too much to think about to keep your day moving forward to worry about it all. And can I just say that you chose right? Because if something has to fall off the priority list, worrying about what others think is the best one by far. Way to go pro at 6 years old, man. It took your mama 36-37 years to figure that out.
So yeah, I want to gush and squeeze you until you pop because I am so damn proud of you that my tear ducts are set to level: Niagara Falls and my heart wants to spend a minimum of 168 hours dictating in detail to your face every single amazing thing about you. But you won't allow such displays and well, that means that my gushing needs are going unmet. Parenting is a selfless, I tell you. #guilttrip
So I will just say this -You are my hero, son.
The mountains you have climbed to get here, I mean, good grief, there were giant freaking mountains in your way and you just never blinked. You fell down and got back up. You were scared and you just kept climbing. Every day. You just keep climbing. Even when new mountains pop up after you summit what you thought was the last one. Dude, you were given more mountains than most of us and you just keep climbing. It is inspiring to watch you do it.
And hey, someone else has been watching you too. She is heading to Kindergarten next year right behind you. And there is just no one that I trust to show her the way more than you.
Buuuuuut that's 3 months down the pike and I'd prefer not to go into that right now because oh my GOURD that's too much to think about and I don't want to get all splotchy and start crying because the neighbors are coming over.
So let's do this! Pants, you have earned a carefree blissful summer. We are going to have some fun. Five more days, dude. Just five more days.