My children are extraordinary. Of course we all are, we just don't often recognize it in one another. After all, we can't all walk around in a daze marveling at how extraordinary everyone is all the time- we'd never get anything done. Maybe it's a special privilege of motherhood to have eyes to see the incredible, unique beauty of a few souls.
This little boy helped his chess team win the regional tournament. And made some pretty cute personalized portrait valentines for his classmates. And he's currently working on a life size clay sculpture of Lance Armstrong's head. Not joking. Definitely going on our mantel.
Recently I asked him if he was worried about moving, and he said that he was, a little bit, but he was excited for the good things- like the beach, surfing and Aunt Laura and Uncle Adam close by. He amazes me with his resilience and optimism.
He picks and picks and picks at his dinner each night until we put him on the clock, and then he manages to shovel everything in in the last thirty seconds. He loves to borrow my hammer (it's pink) to smash rocks open in the driveway. His teacher emailed me to tell me how beautiful his cursive is.
Sometimes I smile to myself when I think that I get to be the mother of this amazing human being. It's a job I love. Thanks Briggie, for making it so fun:).
