Dec 21 2008
Nine to Ten..Last of the Year
Second birthday of the month and the last of the year, a not so little any more blonde boy is moving into double digits and making me feel old. I posted yesterday about time, and every time the year turns on one of my Monsters I have an even more acute awareness of the manner of its passing.
This one tried to kill himself and me both the day he was born. Umbilical cords are scary things when they are wrapped around necks and then made to short by that very wrapping. But he breathed, and I stopped bleeding so he obviously didn’t succeed as we are both here for this birthday. He does however still have a need to get tangled up in to all sorts of things he shouldn’t.
He has big, clear blue eyes and curls a girl would die for, both win him almost every person who looks at him. He has never met a stranger, just a friend he doesn’t know yet. S has smiled his lopsided grin at everyone who looks at him since he figured out how. He talks and talks, and reads and reads, and inherited his lack of grace from his mother. What ever it takes he loves to make people smile and has become the biggest goof ever to that end. And oh my god does he dance like the white boy he is.
He’s smart, and doesn’t even have to try. It comes as easy to him as breathing when you convince him to pay attention. He has his head in the clouds all the time. He has an imagination that just never stops, and a temper that flares fast and hot. But it’s forgotten nearly as soon as it’s over and he has the softest heart. He cries as easily as he laughs.
He is silly, a clumsy messy smart noise with a frog in his pocket and dirt on his face. And S is turning ten today.
Happy Birthday Hug-a-Bug
