Boy1, as he's holding one of my kitten heels upside down: Why does this have a stem?
Boy1 has, under my nose, turned into, well a boy. He's stretched out - face now more ovaloid than round. I watched him walk away from me the other day and it struck me all of a sudden how tall he's gotten. Yet, he's still mama's boy and says "Mama" or "Mommy" more than probably any other word over the course of the day. Often in rapid succession - I guess to make it absolutely clear it's my attention he craves.
Boy1's babyness lingers on, though, reverting frequently to helplessness even though we all know he is becoming more and more competent and able. These moments sometimes frustrate me to no end, especially when I'm tired and stressed and don't want to deal with the I-can't-do-x-You-do-it routine. Then other times, his big boyness throws me for a loop, and I can't quite believe how much he can do all by himself.
Language - that's been huge. Those complicated sentences and sentiments - have me often floored. When I asked him who he played with yesterday, Boy1 told me that he chose to play with A, a girl who was sick, since he wanted to make her feel better. I'm not sure how unusual it is for a 3.7 year old boy to be that considerate and thoughtful but he does things like this quite frequently. Like how he'll bring grandma's cup of water to her (filling the cup himself) in the morning since she always likes a cup of water first thing. Or saving pieces of treats he treasures to share with Mommy. Boy1 is going to be a serious catch one day. *insert heart palpitations*
I often wonder what the effect of his birth order will have on him. Being the middle child is no joke. He is self-declared shy - at gymnastics warm ups he usually just stands there, watching everyone, while all the other boys and girls are running around in circles as they are supposed to. Warm-ups are apparently just not his thing. And up until last night, he did not do any public singing in front of crowds. School performances would involve no lip movement besides a smile at me, slowly morphing into a complete absence of smile - not feeling that either. But last night, Boy sang at a school function. There was even the occasional body motion accompaniment. My heart swelled. I think it helped him to be standing next to a good (girl)friend who was way into the singing.
I've decided I need more patience with him, more one-on-one time. Somehow, the other day, we ended up lying in my walk-in closet looking through a box of miscellanea together - alone - he had pulled on one of his ties on his pants and it came clear off into his hands. This sent us both into giggles. Later, he had said something to the effect of, "Remember how we had funny things together?" The look in his eyes was unfiltered love.
He's growing up. I want him to. And I don't.