Four and a Half

9 Jun

Dear Lucas-

You still love to sit in my lap – crawling up into it and folding your gangly, little boy legs up, you burrow in and sigh, “I just want to snuggle with you.”  Sometimes it’s because you are in trouble, and you know that Mommy is easily wooed with cuddles, but sometimes it’s because you are four and a half and still need your Mama.  I think I presumed that these moments would be fleeting by now, and I’ve never been so thankful to be wrong.  LucasAndMonkey

At four and a half, you stand firmly with feet in both camps.  There’s the foot solidly in the big kid camp.  That boy loves to run, thrives outside. He wants to kick a soccer ball, throw a frisbee or take his turn at bat.  He can ride his bike, with training wheels, around the neighborhood, and excels at playing hide and seek.  He also knows all his letters and numbers, can write his name and ours, and will sit quietly to listen to very long books.  He’s a smarty pants who can tell you all about butterfly chrysalis, gargoyles perched on castle walls and dinosaur extinction.

But there’s the other foot – that one maybe not quite as solidly in the toddler camp.  It hovers close to the line, but still dances into that baby zone with fair regularity.  It’s that guy who wants to cuddle and snuggle. He gets scared of thunder and lightening, is nervous to be in front of crowds of strangers and, many times, would rather hang out with his parents and grandparents than anyone else.  He still prefers to be carried up to bed, and needs to stand on  a stool to brush his teeth and see in the mirror.  This guy still cries when he doesn’t get his way, and can throw quite the tantrum out of sheer frustration.

Lucas, this tale of two boys is your story at four and a half, and we are so thankful to be a part of its pages.  The story stars this amazing four year old who loves his family, enjoys going to school and prefers to spend his weekend going on adventures.  The supporting cast includes the rambunctious little brother, nearly two years old himself, who is at times the trusted sidekick, but often also the villainous foe responsible for much of the plight suffered by our lead character.

That little brother, he’s simultaneously your favorite person on earth and the one who makes you the most crazy.  But more and more, you guys are a dynamic duo.  “Let’s go, Benny, run!” you shout as you dash from room to room. Your gait full of big, wide steps and lots of speed – his much shorter and more frantic as he follows you through the house and yard. It’s a joy to watch you invest in Benjamin and treasure the times that you teach him well. You recently told us, “when I grow up, I’m going to be a boy teacher.” and I’m confident you’d be an excellent one.

At four and a half, you still aren’t much for food.  Most dinners are met with sighs and lots of dramatic “I don’t LIKE this!” You’d be happy if every meal consisted of tortillini and red sauce, fruit and bread.  Alas, you are disappointed at six out of seven dinners each week. Thankfully, you are a champion helper, and we’ve recently started a chore chart.  You love helping us each day with your chores and earning stars in return.  You feed the dog, clean up your mess, clear the table, dust, swiffer and more!  May you always be as helpful as you are at this age!

My biggest boy.  That’s what I call you these days.  And today, I celebrate you, big boy, in all of your four and a half year old glory. We are so blessed that you are ours.

I love you to the moon and back,
Your Mama

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One Response to “Four and a Half”

  1. Nan & Pops June 9, 2015 at 4:00 pm #

    A beautiful read! Your gifted writing touches my heart. It is so Lucas and I love him for it!

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