This is seven….
ninja fights that transition to brother hugs
screams of “you’re the worst mommy!” that melt into hugs and “thank you for making us the best Christmas ever, mommy!”
It is unexpected snuggles and deep, throaty laughter at their own bodily functions
It’s stinky feet and rolling around on the floor. It’s trying to ride the dog and whispering secrets to each other
It’s talking in a language only they know until they are belly laughing
it is favorite movies on repeat
and singing to Annie soundtracks
and Karaoke of One Republic, Imagine Dragons and One Direction.
It’s trying new foods (that are sometimes green. Sometimes.)
It is self sufficient meets “I can’t do this alone, but I’m gonna try!”
Seven is tall legs and high water jeans, it’s little feet growing too fast so that there is always a hole in the sock or little toes poking through the fabric of the sneakers.
It is being an individual and part of a team.
It is “I LOVE YOU!” out of nowhere that stops my breath and brings hot tears to my eyes
“I want to wear something different” until they see it on the other and then “I’m going to change so we match!” (Jacob still loves the little touches like his new gingham bow tie)
It is battling each other over imaginary things but standing up for one another when the chips are down
It’s old school board games meets technology
Practicing your smooth dance moves and getting cast in the school play
It’s being big boys but still cuddling a favorite stuffed animal
It is friendships
Seven is still whining and challenging me about everything from breakfast meat to homework
It is wasting time and refusing to help and then helping with all their might
It is loving each other and the world unconditionally
It is magic and smiles
it still believing …
it is naughty and nice all at once
Loves sports of all kinds and honestly gives every color commentator in any market a run for their money with his knowledge of rules, players and team history
Is still scared to go upstairs in the dark alone
Can read anything (even the texts I am writing that he should not be reading as I’m typing)
Has questions. So. Many. Questions.
Plays Trivia Crack and even his guesses are normally right
Still loves the color pink
Plays like a boy, loves like a girl
Is so grown up and so little all at once
He squeezes my heart just by looking at him.
Can create a character and then play that person for hours on end complete with costumes, accent and verbatim dialogue
Is the best dressed kid I know
Knows just when to use the phrase “hot mess!”
Loves “A Christmas Carol”, “Harry Potter” and “Santa Claus”
He’s a fantastic artist, with an eye for detail that amazes and inspires me
Is full of wonder, awe and ideas.
He is the human equivalent of “believe“.
Knows the true happiness is blank sheets of white paper, a bucket of crayons and your imagination.
Jacob loves with his whole heart and cares deeply for other people.
He is one of my favorite people
Seven is supposed to be a transition age and it feels like just that. It feels like they are still my babies even as I realize they are growing so quickly they no longer fit on my lap. So I find myself kissing their temples more often and offering myself as a seat far more often just to be able to have them near me. I relish the hugs and kisses, I laugh at their attempts at jokes and I sit in quiet pride when they are smart, when they are kind and when they are more than I ever expected.
I feel proud and special to be their mom.
Seven, if we were in a relationship, would be the year of the itch and the scratch and the exasperation but for me I have fallen in love with my sons this past year.
For the longest time I thought mothering wouldn’t came naturally to me, that I loved my boys but they weren’t my crush, my muses, my breath.
But I am smitten.
I have fallen with no thought, excuse , rhyme, or reason.
It is the sweetest feeling I have ever known.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY my amazing little boys…
…welcome to 7!