I can't believe my Little Man is five years old. The past
five years, with the exception of the time that Morgan was born to when her
seizures were brought under control, went by in a blur. Watching Kyle grow is
one of the greatest pleasures I've ever known.
I've cherished every moment. I remember holding him when he was just a
baby thinking that this wasn't going to last long, that he wasn't always going
to be this little, and that I better enjoy each stage of growth he travels
through on his way to adulthood. Even when he has driven me to wits end, I
can't help but feel the tug at my heart every time I look at him. I never
imagined how much joy he would bring into my life. Even when he tests me, even
on the days when I truly look forward to when he's in bed, my life is fuller and
more wondrous than I ever thought possible.
There are many big milestones in my life. When I got
married. When I earned my degree. But nothing else has changed my life, changed
me more, than when Kyle opened his eyes for the first time. My life is divided
in to two timelines, pre-Kyle and post-Kyle. My life before becoming a Mom and
my life after becoming a Mom. He has eradicated the unnecessary and sharpened
my focus to include only what's important and leave all the rest behind.
He starts Kindergarten next week and I'm excited for him but
sad at the same time. Thus far I've been teaching him Preschool at home. With
the doctor's concerns about Morgan's immune system and her ability to fight of
any sickness, sending Kyle to Preschool was impossible. So Kindergarten will be
his first experience with School, adding a new facet to our lives. And he is
READY. I'm not so sure that I am though.
I love my Little Man more than I can say and I'm so grateful
to have him. I love his kind heart and independent spirit. I look forward to
every new moment, every new step.
Here are some things that Kyle has said to me that I think
you may enjoy:
I'm dragging myself through the day and I ask out loud to no
one in particular "Why am I so completely exhausted all the time?" To
which I hear Kyle reply from the next room, "Because you are Mommy."
Kyle is now into bugs. We now have a bug jar that sometimes
contain live creatures of one kind or another. One day after weeding the
flowerbeds with Kyle, he comes in with three snails. One big one and two baby
ones. I ask "What are their names?" Kyle answers, "The Daddy
snail is Snake and the little ones Meeko and Yoki."
"He's a great hero!" Kyle says this about every
action figure he has.
He loves the Angry Birds game, but for some reason, despite
knowing the real name of the game, he insists on calling it "Angry
Chickens."
He used to make up words for everything rather than be
bothered with using the real name. I don't know the reason why or how he came
up with these. Chocolate milk was "chosh," his favorite blanket was his
"soup," and our dog Molly was "Bah," to which she responds
and is used as a loving nickname.
One day we were driving to the hospital for one of Morgan's
Neurology appointments. On the way there we saw an ambulance just outside a
restaurant as we passed. The lights were flashing and they were bringing
someone out on the gurney. This distressed Kyle. "Someone's in
trouble?" he asked. "Yes, someone got sick and needed help and the
ambulance is there to help them." I explained. Kyle got really quiet for
awhile. Then he says "Maybe I can be a doctor when I grow up then I can
help." This got to me a little. "Yes, maybe you can."