Happy Birthday you big 6 year old! Wow! You are unmistakably a regular kid now. From the telltale gap where your front teeth used to be to the way you can catch a fly ball. You watch Pokemon and quote sports stats. You get milk from the basement refrigerator and make sure that Janie has her lambs. You beat me at UNO and checkers. You are no longer a little kid.
This past year was full of huge breakthroughs. When you suddenly realized you could swim under water. Getting on the bus to attend Kindergarten. Learning to read and then displaying your new skill (and self-confidence) in front of the whole class by reading Green Eggs and Ham. You are excelling in school, way above what is expected in all areas.
You continue to amaze me every day with your insight. You are perceptive and quick, understanding things like death and gravity that are beyond most kids your age. I enjoy trying to figure out the world with you. I am learning all the time because you force me to.
You are strong and fast. You have good athletic timing and aim. And now you play baseball! I know you did soccer and basketball, but something about little league just seems so big kid. You always want to be in the game. Nothing is ever taken lightly. It all matters. Your intensity and focus may seem hard for some to understand, but it will be one of your best assets as you get older. As Daddy says, "You have a fire in your belly." To be the best, to win, to learn, to understand. It is an enviable quality that is impossible to create in someone. You just have "it".
I know it bothers you sometimes that you are always thinking. That you notice things that others do not. That you feel and sense things that most people can ignore. These are gifts you will learn to manage. You are an amazing, inquisitive, persistent person.
This next year will bring many new and exciting things. Lots of sports, yea! And full day school. New friends and experiences. You are up for the new challenges.
When I called you over to me recently and you said, "Ah, mom, you just want to hug me," you reminded me how much you pay attention. I know you think I want you to be a baby again. It is true that I miss the little boy who said "Dooga, dooga" and loved yellow. But I would never trade in a younger version of you for the boy you have become. I feel privileged to be your mom and to know you as the fascinating person you are right now.
Happy Birthday Scott!
I love you,