At eight years old, you have become such a sweet and kind kid. I like to come to school and have lunch with you when I can, (another thing I know you won’t be as excited about much longer) and I love to see you interact with the other kids. There is always one boy from your class that I see struggle to find a seat and you are so kind to him and treat him like a friend, inviting him to sit next you.
This year has been a bit of a struggle- the school work has gotten harder, and you have challenges with focusing. In the beginning of the year your grades were slipping but you have worked very hard to improve them. On your last report card, you brought every subject grade up a level. You tend to get distracted easily but I know you are trying so hard to do well- you just need to believe in yourself. You are getting there! It’s tough with a sister like Lily that loves to flaunt her awesome grades- but I always remind you that you are just as smart and capable as she is.
You give me more hugs than anyone else I know and I love every single one of them. I can be on the treadmill, just walking in the door from work, picking you up from school, or outside mowing the lawn and you’ll come up and give me a hug. I’m not normally a huggy person but from you, I’ll take them all day long.
I always get a little sentimental when I drop off you three at school in the mornings. Yes, every morning. I watch you walk away as I slowly roll out of the parking lot. Lily takes off like a cannon, walking as fast as possible to get to class first, and you and Ben usually stay close together. As I look around and wonder how I ended up with the best looking kids in the whole school, and I always wait until I see you look back and wave at me. I love that. Lily and Ben just shuttle off to class, but you always remember to wave at me.
You are a teeny bit smaller than your brother and sister. You can snack all day, eat dinner, ice cream, and then some and you don’t put on a pound. The good thing about this is that I can still easily pick you up. Since you tend to fall asleep on the couch first, this is a good thing. Your brother and sister are quite jealous that I don’t pick them up as much- but hey- they are heavier. I read somewhere about how, someday, I will pick you up…. and that will be the last time I ever pick you up. So stay skinny, my friend. I used to joke that you’ll be my Bobby Bouche (Adam Sandler movie reference), and live with me into your 30’s. and I’ll brush your hair and keep you safe with me forever. I don’t like to think about a day when you all move out and leave me. If I had to pick the one who will stay close it would be you. Time will tell..
You are a little bit..um, lazy. I’ll say it may be related to your “distractedness” but we have to ask you 457 times to put your shoes away, or go get your backpack, or hang up your towel. I’ll ask you to put away some clothes, and later I’ll find them on the floor on the way to your room. Sometimes you are just in another world. You would rather play with your cars and legos than do just about anything else in the world.
You are adventurous- which I love! Last summer we went on a lake vacation with friends and you immediately jumped in a kayak, and paddled yourself around the lake. You pulled your own kayak in and out of the water, like no big deal. Ben was scared to death of the spiders that were in and around the kayaks and wouldn’t dare take one out, but you had no problem. You also love to zipline, and are so excited to start soccer again this spring.
Speaking of sports- you have some natural talent there. (That comes from me!) You can throw a football, baseball, and play soccer with ease. You all do Tae Kwon Do and are about to get your yellow belts this week in fact.
The funniest thing about you, is that you mimic me when talking. I hear you say things to your siblings that are exactly what I would say. When Lily can’t find her shoes (every day), you’ll tell her “Well, maybe you should keep track of your belongings then, it’s not mom’s responsibility!” I LOVE it. But sometimes when you repeat my sarcasm, it reminds me to speak a little more gently.
I love you to the moon and back, Cameron. You are a special kid, and it’s an honor to be your mom.