For the first time in a year, Benjamin was sort of sick. I say sort of because even when he is actually sick he doesn’t really accept that and just marches on as if not much has really changed. He’s kind of tough that way.
But at some point this week the body took over and sent him a few messages that he really SHOULD slow down and stay home and so, as Mommy, I got to slow down with him a bit.
There was play dough and coloring, way too much Power Rangers, and some Spiderman dress-up. A little story telling (his, not mine), some errands and a whole lot of Hot Wheels Gone Wild. I learned a lot hanging out with Benjamin.
Trains are not out of favor just yet.
Swords are the coolest weapon ever.
He likes to help his friend Dylan (who is autistic) when he needs special help.
Cookie time is the right time.
I will sorely miss five year-old mispronunciations.
His hands are always eight hundred degrees warmer than mine.
Five year-old Funny is the greatest kind of funny.
He sees himself as an extension of Leah.
He is fascinated by long nails and the way they feel.
Transformer stickers from the pediatrician are akin to winning the Olympic gold medal.
Jammies are the preferred superhero uniform.
Snuggles are so very awesome.
Cheeseburgers continue to be dead to him.
So this week I collected Benjamin. In between nine million tissues and sixty gafrillion doses of cold medicine I pocketed away mischievous, blue-eyed glances and a heart’s worth of images full of bedhead and little boy smiles. In between sniffles I carefully tucked away unbridled laughs and unguarded discussions and tried to hold off Six for a bit longer because Five is so very, very fine.
I pushed away glimpses of his grown-up face because his little boy one is currently my favorite little boy one of all time. But the voice of the P.A. announcer reminding me I can’t stop Six or grown up faces is loud and hard to ignore and YES, I GET IT, YOU DON’T NEED TO REMIND ME to enjoy it while it lasts.
I’m no stranger to the clock or the calendar and I’ll take all of this – even if my party favor was a set of tissues and box of cold medicine for myself.
Have a great weekend, everyone – we’ll see you back here Monday. xo