Isn't it one of God's miracles that no matter who you are, your kid is the cutest one? Sometimes I just have to step back,both hands over my heart, and behold Seth's cuteness.
Seth is six today. He started kindergarten last week and three different moms have come up to us, saying their children love him and talk about him non-stop. Seth is the friend every person wants to have. He's kind and good mannered and very diplomatic. He's already taken on a would be bully by performing the art of ignoring. He's also a silly goofball, which is quite appealing to the K-1 set.
"Seth, what did you do at school?"
"Well, first we cried, then we pooped in our underwear, then we cried some more and then we pooped in our underwear again......"
Seth is a good person. I'll never forget him, at four years old, attempting to stop a party of screaming, jacked up on sugar, kids. He stood in the room, hand out in "stop" position, yelling, "MY SISTER HAS SENSITIVE EARS!" What 30 pound creature does that?
The other day, Riley had a hard time going in to school. When I picked them up later, he was the first one out. He ran up, hugged me and said,
"Mom. Riley ended up having a good day. I saw her in the hall and she was smiling." No matter that they spent every waking minute together the whole summer, seeing his sister in the hall or the cafeteria at school is a thrill beyond measure.
Seth you are a teacher. You teach every day with your kindness, and your sweetness, and your willingness to be patient, your generosity. You rock each day with silly willy joy and that's what life is about. And yes, there's the cuteness. Hard to look at the cuteness and feel anything but appreciation.
Happy birthday Seth! Thank you for being my little boy. Like every mother's child, you are the absolute, very best one.