This is what “Six” Looks Like

This morning, I am trying to wrap my brain around the fact that I am a mother of a SIX  year old. I mean, think about it. SIX. Its mind boggling. This morning, my husband kept asking him if he wanted the keys to the car. Its not so unrealistic. That’s exactly what he will be doing 10 years from now. 10 years isn’t so far off. 10 years ago seems like yesterday. So does six years ago.

This is what happened six years ago today.

And now six is a long, wiry, collection of knees, elbows and goofy giggles. Six watches Sports Center and pours his own milk. Six reads chapter books and knows how to work his father’s iphone better than I do. Six does science projects about asteroids and tells me which exit to take off the highway. Six plays little league and slides into home base, or into bed, or slides into any spot he possibly can during his day. Six says things like “Mom, that is SO awesome” and “did you hear that fart?”

But, no matter how long and lanky he’s become, six has the amazing ability to fold himself into the exact same position he did as a baby in my arms. Six still needs snuggles. Six still thinks a kiss will fix anything that hurts. Six still falls asleep in his car seat after a busy day. Six is still my baby boy.

Or at least I keep telling myself that.

Six.

Its simply mind boggling.

Happy birthday, wonderful boy of mine.