The Finn turns five!
Dear five year old Finn,
I just went outside and you were delightedly hanging 10 feet off the ground from a tree branch. You are fearless and big boy brave every day of your life. You’ve climbed trees with ease since you were three. Now you have a little sister whom you show the ropes to all day long and you’ve taught her boisterous self just how to climb too. And you are proud. You have your own garden plot this year and you tell me you want to grow me peas. You’ve weeded your garden twice despite me explaining that you will have to wait to put the pea seeds in the ground until April. I often find you at the first aid box opening the green salve and wiping it onto some part of your adventurous self. In fact you are so skilled at caring for your wounds that two weeks ago when we got to church I noticed you had blood on your shirt and Star Wars bandaids and sticky blood all over your hand. While we were all getting ready to leave, you had tried to cut open a bagel. You cut your hand and simply went upstairs to your personal bandaid supply and covered your wound.
You tell the most amazing dragon stories. And they always have a brave hero. And his name is always Finn. You still tell me the story of Caleb saving your life summer before last. You know which direction the train was coming and you know that you were frozen there, on the tracks. And you still show great emotion in the retelling. Near daily you like to ask me “Mom, do you wanna be a mouse lemur or a cockroach?” or “Which animal do you like better mom, a caracal or a sea otter?”. You tell me that you want to be a race car driver when you grow up. Your love for all things John Deere is waning which makes me sad. You are growing into Lego and out of tractor and I wouldn’t mind if you stayed tractor-crazy forever.
You holler fairly often at present. But it’s beginning to diminish You have lots to express and don’t always have the patience to wait for words. You don’t care that shoes were meant to be worn in pairs or that typically people wear shirts in the winter. I love these things about you. I love all the boy that you are and could not fathom our life or this world without you. You are one of a kind awesome and it’s my absolute gift to be your mama.