First Grade Flew By

This past year, I have chronicled my acting-single-parent adventures. However, this has also been a challenging time for my children. I am constantly amazed and impressed by their ability to tune into what they're feeling, express it, and carry on bravely. My little heroes and all.

Here they are not so long ago...


And now they are headed toward second grade.

So I'd like to take a minute (as I did last year and the year before) to remark about the unique gifts each one brings to our family.

This will help during inevitable therapy sessions: "Yes, I wrote about love toys. But I also gave you a shout out and that's gotta count for something."

Oldest - Grandpa calls you "Kissinger", Daddy says you're a diplomat, but I think of you as our healer. You excel at promoting peace wherever you go. So kind and considerate, always first to help those in need. I've watched you console a wounded teammate, comfort your crying brother, and hug anyone who might need some love. When brother left his sneakers at Tae Kwon Do, you offered to lend him yours. And no one was surprised.

However, you are not to be taken advantage of. More and more, I catch you sticking up for yourself. "You're not the boss of me!" has become one of your favorite sayings.

Speaking of sayings, I love how you take my phrases (that I didn't even realize I said so often) and make them your own. "Just so you know" comes out as "So just you know." Especially funny is when you're on the phone. "So...how's it going with you?" you ask like a little man. And always give time for the other person to answer.

I am proud of how well you do in school and sports and just about everything else you attempt. Most importantly, you are a good person. Son, brother, grandson, nephew, cousin, and friend - we are all so fortunate to know and love you.

Youngest - My tough little guy with a heart of gold. I love how brave you are, always willing to stand up for what you believe in and express yourself. You argue like a champ! But never to alienate, always to learn. And to be understood. You smile brightest when touching our hearts, whether through a hug or kiss or an emphatic, "I think you're wonderful!"

Making others laugh is one of your talents. Especially through dancing or making funny faces. Thank goodness you inherited your father's gift for joke telling - never once goofing up a punch line. I'm proud of your good grades and teacher's praise. You are an excellent athlete and supportive when others need that extra encouragement.

Luckily you and your brother haven't outgrown snuggling in bed on weekend mornings. It's one of my favorite activities and never do I feel more loved. Stay strong, my beautiful boy, and know that your entire family is behind you. Always.

Here's to a wonderful summer. (I give us three days before we're ready to tear our hair out. Still. Happy thoughts!)