My dear Little Prince,
Not so little anymore, huh?
I say, “You can’t be eight, you look twelve,” not as a joke but because some days I have no idea how you ARE only eight. You are amazingly good with your little brothers. You are more self-sufficient than I remember being at eight. Admittedly, that was a long time ago but still…
You are still amazing on your bike. And your ability and my trust in you has grown so much that we’ve started going on longer rides, including running some errands that take us on busy city streets. You are fearless and confident on your bike. And in most aspects of your life, actually. That is going to take you far.
You are so inquisitive about everything. EVERYTHING. You ask more questions in a day than I ask in a month it seems. I’m glad I still have the answers to most of those questions. One of these days though we’ll be looking up the answers together. Learning, the adventure that never ends.
I probably don’t tell you enough how proud I am of you. And I know I’m too hard on you at times, and I’m sorry about that. I forget that despite how you act most days, you aren’t actually twelve. I’m trying to curb my expectations and when I push too hard I do always eventually catch myself and apologize. I hope you can forgive me.
Given your insatiable inquisitive nature, your confidence, and your determination in all things, it isn’t a joke when I say, “you are going to rule the world some day.” Perhaps that isn’t quite right? You aren’t going to rule the world. You are going to change it. You are going to shape it, mold it, pound it into something better. I can’t wait to see what that is.
Love you kiddo,