Our preschooler is a happy kid with a positive outlook on life. His teacher once told me how much she enjoys having him in her class because he delights in everything that they do. It sure was reassuring to hear her say that. As I look back on the four years of his young life, all I can think is “Where did the time go?” This happens far more with him than with his brothers.
Perhaps time has flown by even faster with him because I’ve been so busy. First of all, he’s our third child, so I’ve had to split my time with him more so than with his older brothers. And after he became a toddler, I was coping with the addition of his baby brother, as well. Zoom! One minute he’s the most beautiful baby ever born and the next minute he’s four years old. I have to admit that I have a soft spot in my heart for him. After all, his father and I were both the third child in our respective families. Here’s an idea of what it’s like to be third in line in our family…
The other day, I was making his lunch for preschool when he said, “Oh mom! You need to put a note in my lunch.”
“A note?” I inquired.
“Yeah. Hannah gets a note in her lunch every day.”
I was a little amused and began to explain, “Well, honey, I think Hannah is an only child. So her parents have plenty of time to put a note in her lunch. You’re just going to have to decide something. Do you want brothers or a note in your lunch?”
He thought about this for a second, and then replied “I think I want a note in my lunch.”
Dang! I guess I better put a note in his lunch if he wants one bad enough to give up brotherhood. However, I hesitate to start something that I probably won’t have the wherewithal to continue. Maybe an occasional note will be enough. And if I do manage to send a note, I’ll know that I made him feel like a special kid. Oh, and I should probably have a talk with Hannah’s parents about setting the bar too high… 😉