I know I will jinx myself the minute I hit publish, but I really feel like I must document this period in Declan’s life. Eight was nice, nine was lovely – but 10? It has been an absolute joy.
Sure, my kid is not perfect, and in particular has some behavioral issues that are private for him… that we are working through, and I don’t think are appropriate for me to bring up on here. Because he is growing up and his stories are becoming his stories rather than mine.
But the way he is relating to me?
Has been amazing.
Yesterday, he was volunteering with his dad at the school book fair. Last night at bed time, he said, “I wish I had done something different.”
At first, I thought he meant he was annoyed that he had to help at the book fair. But I tried to hear him out and probed further.
“You didn’t like working there?”
Apparently the issue was not actually the work, but the type of job.
“No, it’s just that I had to stand at the end of the line and make sure the right stuff went with the right people. The other kid got to show customers all the cool things that were for sale.”
We have been trying to work on gratitude, and being happy with what you have. Because, seriously. While my family has gone through some of our leanest times ever in the past few years, we still have so much to be grateful for – and this kid has certainly never wanted for anything. Sometimes he definitely forgets that.
My back started to go up, but I tried to be patient.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong. It was fun to finally be old enough to help at the book fair. And I know my job was really important. But I just would have liked to show people around.”
He is hearing us.
He is growing up.
He is awesome.