Davis turned 11 yesterday. Today we got an email saying he had “aged out” of the Kids Skate Free program. I really don’t like that phrase “aged out.” It sounds so much like he’s not a kid anymore. When I look at him sometimes, I see a boy on his way to manhood, an almost teenager. But then other times, I look at him and he’s a baby, so much to learn still. This year has been a year of changes for Davis. He’s grown so much physically. He’s as tall as me and wears the same size shoes. I can steal t-shirts from his closet. He has started to care about his hair, using hair gel and hairspray to make sure his style is perfect before leaving the house. He cares about shoes, jewelry, and name brand clothing. There were glimpses of all these concerns pretty early on, but now he is very passionate about making sure his appearance is just so. Davis loves baseball. He was the starting pitcher for his team this fall season. He loves video games but hates reading. He feels so deeply all the time it seems. He has a few close friends whom he loves and wants to spend every moment with. He says he doesn’t like girls, but I am not sure I believe him because of the smirk that appears on his face when his friends are talking about certain girls in his class. This year, we chose not to have a party. Davis wanted to go to Great Wolf Lodge instead. It was the perfect weekend of waterslides, MagiQuest, ice cream, pizza, and trick or treating around the hotel. I sometimes wish I could make time stand still but then I am reminded that every season is special and unique and that it’s best just to enjoy every aspect of it while it lasts.
Davis has decided he wants to learn to play the drums and the guitar. He also wants to be a singer, professional baseball player, real estate agent, and a millionaire.
One night Silas came and laid beside me on the couch. He commenced to kissing me all over my face. He then looked into my eyes and said, “I like you, Mommy.”
This past week Silas turned 6. Six seems so big to me. Based on my experience with Davis, life just speeds up after 6. Because I know this, I have taken the time this week to spend any chance I could snuggling with Silas, trying not to miss a second of this sweet time with him.
Five was a growing year for Silas – he started Kindergarten, lost his first tooth, memorized all the books of the Old Testament, learned to really read, and to wipe his own butt after a traumatic experience at school. He loves art, sometimes choosing to sit at our kitchen counter and draw and color instead of playing. He is a movie buff and will watch the same movie repeatedly. I can’t decide if he is memorizing lines or watching the movie over and over in an effort to eat more popcorn. Pokemon is his obsession right now and he has no patience with people who can’t really play the game. He loves his stuffed Pichu, Joseph, Ice Bat, and costumed Pikachu, taking them to bed with him every night. Every morning, Silas wants to ride to school with me even though it means he has to get up at least 30 minutes earlier. He is my boy who gets intensely angry at the drop of a hat, but loves just as deeply.
I sometimes wish I could slow life down, but each year brings it’s own sweet and unique gifts. I can’t wait to see what 6 brings.
Davis thinks girls are weird and gross. He doesn’t think they are pretty and wants nothing to do with them. Silas, on the other hand, thinks girls are amazing. He loves when they chase him at recess and even asks them to pursue him. Since beginning kindergarten, he has convinced himself that several girls in his class “like” him, just as the ones in preschool did. So, the other day he informed us that he asked these girls if they “liked” him. They responded with a “No” – they just like playing with him at recess. I am sure this “No” response would make their fathers very happy. Silas, not to be detoured or rejected, began to explain to them why he is such a catch. He explained that he is not the average kindergartener (his words). He detailed how he can read books that are beyond what a kindergartner should be reading. In addition, he knows how to multiply. Now, these girls didn’t change their minds. But, maybe one day, when Silas is the CEO of his company, these girls will see the error in their ways. Silas, I am sure, will remind them of this encounter in kindergarten when he tried to tell them he was a catch.
Silas has discovered chapter books. He finished his first one – The Yeti Files – on our way to the mountains. When we arrived back home, he pulled all the Magic Treehouse books out of Davis’s cabinet. He finished the first one in one day and is onto his second one. We may have a reader on our hands!
Tonight Silas wrote a note to the tooth fairy requesting that she not take his tooth. He wanted to keep the first one. The note was plain and simple. “Do not take my tooth. I want to keep the first one.” Davis told Silas this was inadequate, that he needed to say something nice about the tooth fairy first and persuade her not to take the tooth. Silas didn’t listen, but the tooth fairy did oblige, leaving the tooth safely under his pillow along with a signed “OK” on the note and a $10 bill.