Happy Independence Day everyone! On this day in 1776 America gained its independence from Great Britain.
On this day in 2007 I lost my independence to an 8 pound 9 ounce bundle of joy and frustration. I really can’t complain. He was a fairly easy baby to care for, once we figured out why he was crying. Hungry? Dirty diaper? Wanted to be rocked? Wanted to be put down? Ahh… he wants swaddled in 95 degree Virginia heat.
He was my introduction to all things baby, parenting, and fatherhood.
10 years later he is still my introduction too all things parenting and parenthood.
Double digits. The big 1-0. Exactly 1/4 of his parents age. And I’m still trying to figure out this parenting gig.
He is one part sweet, one part boisterous, one part stubborn like an old mule.
One part sweet
I’ve seen in him help a classmate in need. Said classmate needed help packing his backpack after snack time while we were on a field trip. While he finished his snack Crash packed his classmate’s bag. No one asked him to. No one demanded it or implied it. He just did it. I’ve heard of him helping another classmate out of the building during fire drills because the classmate has a hard time with the loud bells. Crash holds his hand and stay with them until they are safely outside with the rest of their class. No one asked him to. No one demanded it or implied it. He just did it. I’ve caught him reading to his little brother at bedtime. Partly because it allows them to stay up a few minutes longer and partly because he loves him. Even if it is hard to tell that at times. He has gotten in minor trouble at school a few times because some “friends” told on him. Not once have I heard of him tattling on those same friends.
One part boisterous
He is the stereotypical boy – dirt with noise. Son up to son down. There’s is usually never any doubt as to where he is. We can either hear him or we can follow his trail of dirt. Like Charlie Brown’s friend, Pigpen. Minus the blankie. If there’s dirt, or even better, mud, or water or rocks or sticks he is guaranteed to be playing in them or with them. Especially, if he’s been told not to. If there’s music playing he likes it to rattle the windows and echo off the mountainside. Yet, on the flip side of the same coin, he can be shy. Talking to new people doesn’t come easy for him. He enjoys singing, but not if anyone is listening.
Stubborn as an old mule
Tell him not to do something is a surefire way to get him to do it. It works in reverse, too. Tell him to do something and chances are he won’t. Unless he really wants to. Get ready for school? No chance in hell. Great ready for bed? Might as well bang your head against the wall. It’ll be far less painful.
Time and again people comment on how big he’s getting, both in height and in age. He calls himself a pre-teen now. I guess technically he is. How old does he think he is? What was I doing when I was 10?
Bud. Buddy. Riggity. Dude. He is mostly our pride, joy, and source of laughter. He is also a little bit of frustration. Though, we’re probably all a bit of frustration at times.
Happy 10th birthday, man.
Nice birthday reflection.
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Thanks 😀 It’s good to look back now and then.
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Happy birthday, independence stealer! Sometimes, I remember back to when I had independence. Now, I couldn’t do without my independence vampire.
Also, nice to see that your 10 year old still doesn’t listen sometimes. Makes me think my 5 year old isn’t so unusual 🙂
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He listens to everyone but his parents. Nope, can’t do without the dependents now!
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My daughter’s still having trouble listening to the parents.
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I think that’s a life long trouble…
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Happy Birthday Crash!!!
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Thanks, Amber! 😀
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Nice one wait til all those hormones kick in hopefully he’ll lose all his anger playing sport or running or something 😊
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He’s very competitive (like his father) so I don’t imagine that anger will calm with sports 🙂 But we can hope, right? (He has his mother’s temper 🙂 )
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Oh dear 😂 my son is a lot like me. No temper though, I’ve got a short fuse. He’s calm like his dad. Not sporty or anything that’s why I was so surprise one day he said to me I’m going for a run/walk. I asked him why? He replied I feel angry /frustrated mum I need to get it out 😊
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Good for him! I find running the best way to let off steam. By the time you get back you’re too tired to be angry any more 🙂
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Wow, what a milestone Eric! Can’t imagine our oldest turning 10, even though it’s really not that much longer. Time flies and they grow up so fast…
Good luck with the teen years!
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I don’t want to imagine the grocery bill when they’re teens! Good luck to you, too!
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Happy birthday, Crash! (I assume it’s Crash we’re talking about….)
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Thanks, John! Yep, today was Crash’s birthday 🙂
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Happy birthday, Crash! That part about him helping his classmates melted my heart. ❤
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Great piece of dedication to your child 🙂
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Thanks. I like to do this on their birthday. Let them know I see all the fascets that make up their personality and let them know I still love them for it.
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Awwww….I’d say that’s more than just 1 part sweet, daddy! Don’t you dare say you didnt melt and your heart swells a million times! 😁
happy unindependence day and here’s wishing Crash (a belated) happiest 10th birthday
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Thanks, Ann! He simultaneously frustrates the hell out of me and melts my heart. Can’t believe he’s 10!!!
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He’ll be 20 soon enough! And he would still frustrates you and melt your heart…then he brings you grandkids! LOL
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We all need to survive the teen years, first. Then Grandkids 🙂
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I love the “dirt with noise” part. Happy birthday Crash!
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Dirt and noise sums up boys. I’ll pass on the birthday wishes!
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