Wyatt,
Today you are seven years old! I still call you Mr. Big Stuff but the nickname fits you for different reasons. I started calling you that when you were a baby because you were so chunky. So very chunky. These days, you're not chunky. Not at all. You are long + lean. So long, in fact, that I have already begun stretching your blue jeans after I pull them from the washer and letting them hang dry. If I didn't, you'd be in high-waters. (You're welcome.) Big. Stuff.
Also, you still love to laugh and to make people laugh. Many of the times when you would get in trouble at school it was because you did something or said something that you thought was funny. You've recently made up a few jokes of your own lately. I'm pretty impressed, too!
- What kind of flower will you find in the sky? A hot-air bloom.
- What kind of fight do shoes get into? San-duals.
Keep it up, Buddy! I love to hear the things you come up with. And if your aspirations of becoming a Ninja Master don't work out, maybe you'll become a Stand-up Comedian.
I still worry for you. I guess as a parent that never goes away, just the things we worry about change. There are times when I feel like you are being mistreated by other kids your age, but it seems to go over your head. Kind of like you have no idea that you're being bullied. Maybe that's for the best.
When you are hurt, you cry, whether it's emotional or physical. You're a Gentle Giant, Buddy. A lover, not a fighter, unless your sister's involved. You have no problem reciprocating a whack at her.
I remember bringing you home from the hospital, placing your carrier on the table, and thinking to myself what now? Seven years later and sometimes I still have the same thought. Like what to say when you ask a tough question. Many times, more than I can count, I say, "let's ask Dad," because I don't have a clue! He usually does.
I heard a Christian comedian,
Tim Hawkins, talk about people praying for a "hedge of protection" to be placed around their loved ones. He followed it up with,
"A hedge, huh? I don't mean to complain, but is that the best you can do? How about a thick, cement wall?"
Ha! So that's what I will pray God protects you with. A thick, cement wall. I love you, My Dear. I pray that you feel it and see it every day.
Hugs,
Mama
