Dear 6 Year Old


Getting to know the six year old you has been a trip. Watching you blossom this year has been amazing.

Kindergarten was good to you. You seemed to honestly enjoy learning and that’s something I hope for you to carry through life. Math has been good to you. You are great with numbers and a wonder at manipulating them. But reading is where I’m really amazed. You went from barely knowing you letters to reading books in the span of a school year. I don’t know what magical powers your teacher had, but she worked wonders with you. I don’t think I could even find the words to express how amazed I am at your abilities in math and reading. You, kid, are something special. You are doing math in your head and reading at nearly a second grade level. I couldn’t be more proud.

And You are funny! Oh my are you funny! Every day you are coming up with something new to say that cracks me up! You have the best sense of humor and I’m thrilled to be your test dummy. Your little mind works wonders and I never know what you are going to say next. Adults call it, “out of the mouth of babes”. What that means is, kids say the best things. You you kid, make me laugh.

Then there is your smile. It has greatly improved this year, with the loss of teeth. Not that you didn’t have a great smile before. No, you’ve always had a beautiful smile. But it has a certain charm now that can never be recaptured.

You are becoming great fun to play games with. You are learning rules and how to apply them. You patiently wait for your turn. We do need to work on your ability to lose with grace, but I think you are slowly getting there.

Can we talk about you attitude? Because dude, you are turning 7, not 13. OK? I mean seriously? The stomping, the talking back, the smart ass remarks, etc etc etc, are slowly driving me up the wall. My only hope is that you are getting it out of your system now, so we can be best friends when you are a teenager. Please don’t tell me you are going to get worse. I love you dude, but you have got to chill.

But most of all I need to tell you how much I love you! I am so proud of the person you are becoming. I’m so proud to be your mom. I love you to the stars and back but not even that is true. I love you so much beyond that. Baby, I love you and I always will.

Your Mom

3 thoughts on “Dear 6 Year Old

  1. So sweet! He sounds like a wonderful little guy. I have one just a year younger. They are amazing aren't they?!
    Is we could have all had a Mom like you I doubt we'd all be here blogging about our BPD! :)

  2. I'm one of the weird ones that can't blame my BPD on how I was raised. My mom is far from perfect but she is a good mom. I was never abused or anything as a child. I was raised as solid middle class. The worst my childhood had to offer was that my parents were divorced. Which never bothered me. And that statement right there has driven many therapists of mine crazy but it honestly never bothered me. My therapists eventually agree with me. I always understood why they were divorced. From day one. And my dad always saw me every opportunity he had. I know and never doubted he wished he could see me all the time. So it isn't like he abandoned me.

    So basically what I'm trying to say is, there is no reason I'm the way I am. This drives my therapists crazy too.

  3. There is a blog post in here somewhere. An important one. But it's going to have to wait until it's no longer the middle of the night? Maybe Thursday? Probably will forget by then. Someone remind me?

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