Now you are five…
I think some of the earliest memories I have are from when I was five. At least, that’s the way it seems. And that shapes how I interact with you to some regard. You are no longer a baby. At times that means I am harder on you than you like and we have more disagreements than we used to. I’m sorry about that. I am. I won’t change, though, and I can only hope that one day you will look back and be thankful for the hard stance I took on some of these things in my attempts to help guide you into becoming the good person I know you are capable of… just as I did eventually with my own parents.
Not that it’s all rough. Your dimpled smile flashes often and your wild laugh fills even the largest rooms. You are boisterous and imaginative. You are insightful and charming. You can be tender and you dote on your brother, the Littler Prince, far more than I had hoped you would before his arrival. You’ve stepped into that role happily, lovingly. The Queen and I are grateful for that, even as you do occasionally encourage him to do things that will get you both in trouble. I call shenanigans. You both grin mischievously and laugh and laugh.
Your understanding of the world beyond our home, beyond the Kingdom, is growing daily. That makes me proud and sad at the same time. You continue to be wicked smart, picking up new concepts and skills with ease, and questioning everything. That means, however, that you are becoming exposed more frequently to the harder truths of being alive. The world is beautiful but it is dangerous, too. We find what we seek but sometimes there are unintended consequences even when our intentions are pure. You are learning. I have no doubt you’ll get there.
So, I continue to be proud and excited that I get to help you grow and learn and achieve. You have a busy year ahead. Kindergarten and everything that comes with your first official year of “school.” Your very own season pass for skiing or snowboarding, whichever it is you end up deciding on. Or both, perhaps. I can’t wait to have you on the mountain with us. And other sports too, perhaps? And another backpacking trip or two? And more trips across the country? And…
We’ll have to see where our adventures take us.
I’m honored to share them all with you.
Dad / Matticus / The Jester