Diego turns 6
Anyway, my point was on focusing on something fun for my son...
So, the first party was at school. Diego is pictured with his cake and at his table with some of his school mates with their slices of cake. His teacher, Maestra Pozo, is a very lovely Latina who also adores celebrations. She will celebrate almost anything. "Oh my gosh, you found some garbage lying on the floor and threw it away? Bring some cake tomorrow and we'll celebrate!" Well, that may be an over exaggeration (a tiny bit of one). But, she does celebrate almost anything. So I felt the pressure to bring stuff in for Diego. Any questions I may have had about what to bring were answered quite clearly by none other than Diego himself. He gave me instructions! "Mommy, bring the cake and ice cream at lunch time and you can set it up in the classroom. Don't forget to bring milk." (I replied: "bring milk?") "Yes, that is what all the parents do. Milk is for the cake. Don't forget the milk. Okay, mommy?" (He also helped me order the cake the day before. The lady at the counter asks "do you want vanilla, chocolate or marble?" Diego quickly steps forward and replies "marble please." So when he sees the cake at school with only Diego decorations on it, he turns to me and asks "mommy, I don't see any marbles, do you?" I told him marble had to do with the filling not actual marbles on your cake. It was one of those moments that makes you love children.)
I have lunch with my son every day. So, I get to school and the first thing out of his mouth "did you bring the milk?" He is getting more and more like Lisa all the time. The other day I was trying to remember the things we needed from the store. Just a few things, mind you and he says "get me a piece of paper, please" Of course, I say "what for?" He says, "so I can make you a list. That way you won't forget." Well, our favorite list-maker is MamaLisa. It's important to note that I loathe lists. And, no I did not get my son that piece of paper. Lists are a constant reminder that I have something to do. I don't like to be reminded of that!
In some ways my son is a lot like me and in other ways he is a lot like Lisa. But, in the most important ways he is truly a genuinely unique boy. I love his joy for life. I love his ability to easily overlook my mistakes. He has a strong heart that easily loves and he is very kind. I love seeing him and his sisters developing friendships with one another and how he enjoys being the only boy in the family. On our hike yesterday he had to go pee really bad. So Lisa took him over to a nearby rock and told him to go pee. Of course, he yells out at us "don't look over here right now. you don't want to see this." So I yell back, "then turn around and get behind a bush so we can't see that."
Happy Birthday to the little boy that makes my heart smile with pure joy!!