Five

I have been a mother for five years.  I have been tired, overwhelmed, and angry.  I have been energized, playful, and elated.  I have yelled and waved my finger.  I have whispered secrets and rubbed noses.  I have lost my patience.  I have used my imagination.  I would not trade it for anything.  

Most importantly, I have raised a five-year-old who is:

• smart beyond my wildest dreams
• interested in all types of music
• an avid fan of mystery novels
• amused by slapstick comedy
• fascinated by animals
• an environmentalist
• determined to study all-things-prehistoric
• desperate to own a microscope
• hoping to one day do "real science experiments, with chemicals"
• planning to (also) be an architect
• the class clown
• a good friend
• practically a swimmer
• generous
• highly suspicious of Santa's existence
• sweet and loving toward his sister (mostly)
• sometimes shy
• frequently frustrating.....but
• always amazing