Tyler is finishing his last year at Rhema and then off to the big world of high school. How will be sweet child do? Fine, of course. Yet there will be all the moments of unknowns that he will have to get through. His class has really come together and seems to be enjoying each other very much. While I wouldn’t say he has a very close buddy, he does have a lot of good friends. I enjoyed watching Sammy and Tyler sitting side by side going over the class schedule. Again, it is those moments… you know?
Jordan is off with his class to a winter campsight. Each of my boys have really enjoyed this trip. They do lots of winter activities and this allows them to bond as a class. Next year, Jordan will be in grade 7. (Insert panic here). Somehow while they are in grade 5 and under it seems to be all under control. Yet then after that it seems to go by real fast.
Max… he still seems like a younger one, yet when I watched him fight it out on the ice for the puck or defend his team’s net, he didn’t seem so little anymore. He has a speech to do in the coming weeks. His topic is about “Have you ever been left behind?” Poor baby! He knows about this topic a little too well! I suppose it is a good thing he can laugh at it.
Zachary.. this sweet child gets so tired of being called everyone else’s name except his own. He is the kind of kid that does not miss a beat. Sanj was looking for his keys. Zach said, “Look in your coat pocket.” Sanj… “Where’s my coat?” Zach…”On the hand chair in the hall.”
Sure enough, it was there. We laughed. “Zach, how did you know?”
Zach just replied, “I saw him put it in there.
The next day, we were getting into the car and I reminded the boys that they had guitar.
“Where’s my book, mom, do you know?” asked Jordan.
“In Daddy’s office.” I replied.
“Where in Daddy’s office,” Jordan asked.
I was about to get annoyed and give him a sarcastic answer when Zachary answers without missing a beat… “It’s on his bookshelf.”
We started laughing. He just is that observant, I suppose. He is constantly struggling with being big and yet being little. It is a battle he deals with minute by minute.
Then there is Josh… (insert a sigh and hopeless eye rolling). He is four and a half. He is finally at that point where he is officially a spoiled brat.
I suppose it comes with the territory of being the youngest. He is so full of confidence. He is full of life being all about him. He KNOWS that life is about him.
I am not sure what to do with this. I keep pointing out to the boys that you can’t just give in to his whining … because he has learned that if he cries then Sammy will give him his cell phone.
If he teases Tyler enough, that Tyler will let him watch his show. If you bugs Jordan enough, then he will give him his toys. If he hangs on to Max, that Max will finally give up the computer and let him do his games.
Josh knows that Mommy and Daddy are tired and don’t have the energy to fight the tantrum and so he gets his way.
Sad. As I watched Josh work his magic… I realized that he is good! We have been taken. I have been suckered!
How do I stop it? Can it be stopped? My youngest brother got away with SO MUCH then I would ever have thought to.
The youngest… Is that a syndrome? Yikes!
I have never had a youngest because there was always a baby on the way. That is over. I have a child that is the youngest of our tribe. He is a hard one. How did I get taken?
Wait, if you want to see taken… you have to just watch Josh with Sanj. Oh Boy! Talk about sucker!!! Boy that boy can see his daddy anything! I watch Josh convince Sanj that he needed candy for breakfast! lol Yup! He is that good!
This takes me back to my panic attack… my boys are growing up. I feel like I just figured out a stage and then bam! They are off to another one that I am not familiar with. You’d think that as Sammy hits the stage, I’d be prepared for Tyler as he takes off where Sammy leaves. Yet they are so different! It is as if I am starting from scratch. Tyler has a totally new take on it.
I miss them all in diapers, dumping out toy bins and spitting up.
Most people say, “that went fast.” I wouldn’t say it went fast but it was good.
Now the new part of teenagers, girls, moods, eating, sleeping, girls, moods, eating, sleeping, girls, moods, eating, sleeping, girls, moods, eating, sleeping, girls, moods, eating, sleeping.
I take comfort in believing that God would not put on my shoulders things that I could not handle. I have lived through hard and harder of times. So He has faith that I can survive and raise beautiful boys. 6 of them!