You willingly shared your birthday balloons this morning. You built a complicated Lego kit almost completely on your own. You coaxed your little cousin into smiling for the camera. We bought you an ant farm and trust you will not try to remove the lid (and enjoy listening to your hypothesis about what the ants will do next). You are such a big boy.
Five seems like a pretty big milestone for a kid, and a pretty important anniversary of parenthood. We’ve survived FIVE years of testing each other’s limits (daily, if not hourly). It’s been a bumpy road. The first 18 months was sleep deprived, but full of sunshine otherwise. You entered the terrible twos a bit early and continued into about six months of the terrifying threes. But at three-and-a-half, I noticed a shift in you. You slowed down a bit, gained more self-control, learned to really focus on the things you enjoy.
When you’re there, in that state of concentration or doing your personal best at something you enjoy, my heart sings. This is the little boy that I know you are and the man I’m confident you’ll be when you grow up.
I’ll be honest though, you’re not always in that place. And when you’re not, it’s hard. Hard on both of us. In the next year, I promise to be more patient—to look at things from your perspective before having a big reaction. I know you’re working hard and that it’s exhausting. The good news is that your hard work is paying off and I see it. Your daddy sees it too. And so do your teachers.
You have so much potential Nic. I can picture you at 10, at 15, at 20, and it’s amazing. I’m excited to see who you become, but also glad I get to watch you become it, day by day, year after year.
I love you. Always. No matter what.