Tonight was Open House for Kindergarten. We got a questionnaire to fill out before he heads off to Kindergarten on Thursday. It’s a “getting to know you” type thing for the teacher. His favorite color (green), favorite movie (currently Megamind), favorite food (probably pierogies). It also has some questions for the parents.
One made me pause. “What would you like for me to know about your child.”
Oh so much, Nice Teacher Lady.
He is the most loving child I know. He doesn’t like to lose. He doesn’t want do wrong and fears disappointing those that he loves. He is fiercely loyal. He is kind. He is bold. He is loud. He is mostly happy. When he seems unhappy, it’s usually because he’s tired or hungry — probably hangry.
He wants to be a Space Ranger, a firefighter and, new to the list, an exterminator like Billy the Exterminator. He doesn’t sit still very well, but he loves to be read to and is learning to love to read. He hates when he can’t figure out what a word says on his own. He can figure it out when you spell S-A-N-T-A.
He makes me snort-laugh my coffee in the mornings. He eats very slowly. He likes to talk over meals. Over stories. Over everything and everyone. Ever. He likes to talk.
He’s very trusting. Too trusting. He believes everyone is good. He will take you at your word. He has not yet grasped sarcasm and if you tell him that aliens will abduct him if he doesn’t eat his peas, he will believe you. Though he has figured out what lying is and will call you on it when you mention aliens abducting him. Not because he doesn’t believe in aliens, but because he believes that aliens are our friends.
He is sensitive. But he is mighty. He doesn’t like to be embarrassed — but who does?
He is new to telling jokes. They don’t make sense and they’re not funny. Just laugh.
He is the reason I wake up in the morning. Quite literally, as he rarely makes it until 7:00 most days. But I mean that in the mommy-heart, sappy-crappy way too. He ushered me into what the world accepts as a definition of motherhood. He baptized me by fire in all the ways of mommyhood and he constantly keeps me on my toes.
He is bright and beautiful and babbling and blunt and bouncy and busy. But he is a blessing.
And that’s what I would have you know.