Just Write {93}

July 15, 2013


He picked out a hip blue hat for his birthday. He asks every half day or so if it’s Tuesday yet because that’s The Day. He’s Six on that day and so excited. Asher is joy walking around and he still loves to hold my hand so much. All day today, we walked from place to place and he would run to catch up and slip that hand in mind, rubbing his thumb back and forth around my palm.

I suppose the reason new parents, all parents really, act like we’re the first ones to have ever been a parent ever, and say all the same things as each other, is because these kids really are that great. They are that exhausting and that difficult to raise and they are the only ones. Like Asher, there’s just no other boy that could ever be him and so I’m the only mother. We’re all the only ones.

He cries easily and gives things and money and treats away easily too. He is his brother’s best friend and his hair gets as white as snow in the summer. He has hydrocephalus and he is the most resilient person I’ve ever known. His fingernails grow really fast and he doesn’t like to have them cut. He hops up and down and pumps his arms up and down when he’s excited. He would sleep in later if he didn’t share a room with his brother. He is always happy to see me, even if I’ve only just left the room a moment.

He would put Lego sets together all day long every day and he always writes the S in his name backwards.

He will be six and he’ll go to kindergarten and I’m already giving him so many pep talks. His eyes get big and he gets quiet.

We let them go more and more and more all the time and that’s the right thing to do, but I want to go with. Thank God I am the one inside his daily rituals of home, to make him a nutella fold-over “with butt bread” every morning and to climb the ladder to the top bunk each night so he can circle my neck with his squishy little arms and kiss me hard on the cheek.

This is the 93rd installment of Just Write, an exercise in free writing your ordinary and extraordinary moments. {Please see the details here.} I would love to read your freely written words so join me and link up below. You can add the url of your post at any time. Just be sure it’s a link to your Just Write post, not to your main page, and please don’t link to posts that are not freely written in the spirit of capturing moments–you know, don’t link to how-to posts, lists or sponsored posts. Also, please link back to this post in yours so people know where to go if they’d like to join in.

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Elaine A. July 15, 2013 at 8:49 pm

These sweet moments and memories written out just warm my heart.

Thanks for hosting Just Write, Heather.
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Sarah @ Toddler Summer July 15, 2013 at 9:47 pm

So sweet. I love the idea that “we are all the only ones.” I think you’re exactly right.

Kim July 16, 2013 at 8:11 am

Love this. He is such a sweet boy.
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thekitchwitch July 16, 2013 at 10:20 am

“He’s always happy to see me, even if I’ve just left the room for a moment.” That KILLED me for some reason. Sniffle.

Your description of him reminds me a lot of my littlest Minx, who cries if you just look at her funny and gives away anything and everything to her sister.

Loved this.
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Sara July 18, 2013 at 7:38 am

They really are that great, aren’t they? So worth every single second of chaos and every moment of love. Thank you for hosting this link up.
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