You're seven dude! How can this be? In my head you are five and and still in Kindergarten, not going into the second grade! The night before your birthday Dad and I took you and Moo to a movie to celebrate our May birthday boys. You went to the bathroom three times. Three times. Wowzer. Just remember when you're a parent not to be afraid of being the dad standing outside the restroom door saying, "push it all out buddy - all of it" because that's what it finally took for you not to have a fourth bathroom trip. It's the soda lover in you. It may be your best friend. We're trying to eliminate this relationship but the bond is strong. You've always loved sugar. When Buckabu was helping us pack up your bedroom to prepare for our move she found LOADS of hidden Halloween candy wrappers under your pillow, and covertly placed beneath the bunk bed you and Moo share. Buckabu wisely placed all of your garbage in a bucket and requested that we speak with you regarding the causes of diabetes. Yikes bud. Busted by your grandma.
We celebrated your actual b-day pretty quickly. Trying to rush in the party between Dad getting home from work and Little C having to leave for scouts. You requested a chocolate cake with purple frosting so that's what I delivered. We had your big friend birthday party a few weeks later which hopefully will be blogged about before the new year.
Ruckus you are my sensitive sweetheart. You love cuddles, have no bubble, and still request to sleep in Mom and Dad's bed - which we give into about once a month - because one day you'll stop asking and we'll miss it. Every emotion is big in your life. If you are sad, mad, happy, or overjoyed the world will hear about it. I don't have to read between the lines with you which is honestly a relief in this politically correct world.
You love the ladies. Love. The night before school began you wondered aloud, "I wonder how many girls I'm going to have a crush on this year?" What the? Slow down Romeo. The girl you fell for the hardest last year was Wren. I say the hardest because you had a list, a looonnngg list, and she topped it. When you were invited to her birthday party you picked out a Cubic Zirconia heart shaped ring to give her and since it was $5 I indulged you. In your school Friday Folder, Mrs. Gardner used to smuggle me the love notes you two had written each other. :) It was some pretty mighty 1st grade poetry.
You're teacher, Mrs. Gardner, passed away a month after school let out this year. This is the only time in my life when I haven't been able to read you. I know you were sad. I know you loved her, but you didn't want to talk about her passing. You didn't want to cry. It's like you put those emotions in a box to be filed away. I'm sorry it hurt so much. What a gift it is to be able to love. You know you've loved properly when that ache arrives in your heart after losing someone. And you my friend, know how to love.
If one of your brothers gets in trouble and is about to receive a punishment that seems unbearable to you, you beg and plead with me not to follow through. The alligator tears begin to fall from your anime eyes and I am impressed by the devotion you have to your siblings.
You are the best bathroom cleaner in the family. For real. And you take pride in your work. When it comes to helping out and doing chores around the house, 90 % of the time, you jump right in and do what has been requested. You are an excellent student and Mrs. Gardner was always impressed by your math and art skills. At a parent-teacher conference this last year she said to me, "Ruckus is talented at math and art, just like Lou, they must get one of these gifts from you and one from dad." I just smiled thinking, "or both from dad, but whatev" :). I'm still proud. You enjoyed playing basketball this year and really rocked in on the soccer field. You participated in your first piano recital and it is obvious you have an ear for music.
I love your tender heart. The other night during scripture reading I was explaining how we'll all stand before the judgment seat of God, and well, you freaked! I couldn't calm you down. So we moved on to family prayer and then afterward had a chat in private. I asked you what was wrong. You shouted out, "well, I'm gross and I get angry!" Your little self feeling so unprepared to stand before God. And this made me sad. I expressed to you how quickly the Lord would welcome you into His arms. That burping and farting weren't going to be your doom. In fact, Heavenly Father wants all of His children to be with Him. So choose Him and His ways. I also said that if you feel guilty for being gross and getting angry you can always repent. I asked you if you had done that before and you said no. You wanted me to pray and repent for you, but I said it didn't work that way. I asked you if you wanted to pray and repent and you said yes, but you didn't want to say the words aloud. I told you, you could say a prayer in your mind. You liked that idea. You asked me to put my arms around you while you prayed. It was a special moment. I love your quiet testimony. You have a strong spirit and a desire to do what's right.
I love you and am overjoyed to be your mother.
Love,
Mom
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