He is seven.
Everybody’s boy is seven today.
Yesterday afternoon was hard. He was very agitated and impulsive. Something was wrong and I knew what it was. I wasn’t sure he could place his finger on it though.
“Peter, is today a tricky day?”
“I am scared to be seven. I do not want to be old.”
Just what I thought it was.
So we talked. We talked about how it’s my birthday too and that I’m 35 and that thirty-five is 7 times five. That I am FIVE times older than him.
After that he was not scared anymore. Of course the conversation sent me spiraling into my own mini mid-life crisis, but I was due for one of those anyway. It had been almost 10 days since the last one.
On Wednesday evening I read a piece as part of the cast of Listen to Your Mother Raleigh-Durham. It was entitled “Almost Six, and it was a timely reminder of how fast life moves, how precious and universal the loss we mothers feel as our children grow bigger and bigger, more and more independent.
At almost seven, I saw so many times pure empathy and love from my child.
A few weeks ago we went to a local “fun-place”, The kind where you spend $130 in less than two hours and walk out with another stuffed animal, but notably the most expensive stuffed animal ever.
I’m going to cut that thing open and get the diamonds that must be hiding inside of it out next time he puts it down.
But it was fun. So fun. Such a great Mommy and Son day.
When “shopping” with his tickets at the counter he poured over his options for probably twenty minutes. I cannot mind this trait as I am the most indecisive and -second-guessing shopper ever, He eventually chose the diamond-packed dinosaur. You can keep your tickets on account which is what he usually does so I reminded him that we could save up for the iPad he wants, not at all ready to explain that at $130 per visit and an average of 900 tickets won each time. That iPad would cost over $34,000.
Plus he totally already has an iPad.
Instead of saving for the diamond-encrusted iPad. He decided to look some more. Then he asked me what I liked.
“Me? I don’t know. I like that Hello Kitty keyboard. But that’s why I am not choosing YOUR prize.”
He chose the Hello Kitty keyboard.
Okay, I thought. It was a steal at only 900 tickets/$130.
In the car as we headed towards home he asked me who we knew that liked Hello Kitty.
“Hmm…well my friend Emily likes Hello Kitty and I think maybe your friend Morgan does too. Why?”
“I am just thinking about this Hello Kitty keyboard, Mommy. Okay? I am thinking.”
We stopped by grandma and grandpas house. He ran in the house and whispered – not at all secretively – that he got Mommy’s birthday present and it was a Hello Kitty keyboard.
Here is the part where I tell you that from the moment he “bought” it, I knew. But it didn’t make it any less special when he rushed home and asked me for wrapping paper and a GREEN bow and then hid away in his room while he conducted his covert operation.
Or when he hid it in his toy box and told me that there was a present there for someone but I could not know because it was a secret. Or when he told everyone that came into our home over the past two weeks and showed them proudly.
Or when he brought it out and proudly showed his friends, and one of them said when he went back inside to replace it in the toy box. ”Peter’s Mom, don’t you know that present is for you? You are sitting right here, you heard him right?”
I grinned at her and said, ”Oh yes, I do know. But he doesn’t know that I know so don’t tell him okay? He wants to surprise me.”
A few days later we were driving again and he said “What are you getting me for my birthday?”
“Dude, I gave you life.”, I joked.
“Life, life, life – every year it’s life. I want something else this year. I want the gift of love.”
God he’s adorable.
So I got a box. I put the Mega Man stuffed toy I had purchased for him on Amazon in it…and last night I cut out probably 100 red construction paper hearts.
And I wrote on them, Mommy loves Peter.
This morning Daddy and I woke him up by singing Happy Birthday.
He jumped out of bed. ”It’s our birthday, Mommy!”
He ran to the toy box. And presented me with this.
“The green bow is because green is your favorite color. Open it, Mommy. It’s your birthday.”
I was actually surprised at how surprised I was. I gushed and cried and told him how sneaky he was and how sweet it was of him to think of the perfect gift for me.
I am using it right now; as you would expect.
Then I gave him his gift.
“It’s a Mega Man plush! Oh I love it, Mommy! Oh and look at all these hearts! Mommy, you made these for me? You gave me the gift of love! Thank you, Mommy.”
Actually, my darling son, you gave me the gift of love.
Happy 7th Birthday, Everybody’s Boy.