Conversations with Jack
"Dave, I have some lunch ready for you."
"Mom, that was really sweet. You don't usually sound so sweet."
"Are you saying I usually sound like a mean old ogre Jack?"
"Well, what do I usually sound like?"
I make an ogre voice.
"No, you are not an ogre you are my beloved mother."
Even Dave has noticed that Jack's behavior over Christmas break is markedly different.
Gone is the child who is screaming and rolling on the floor and being uncooperative and rigid and freaking out a lot. I haven't had to hear him cry once and there is has been no sobbing and "I need more recess."
I really, really wish I could figure out just where the hiccup in his giddyup is at at school.
I read an article yesterday about "middle childhood", age 7 to 10, and it mentioned that this is a child's greatest period of growth. They are no longer frustrated toddlers and are not yet mired in the hormonal turbulence of adolescence. Reportedly this is when they "learn what it means to be human."
Interesting food for thought.
I will be back tomorrow FREAKING out about Sam's surgery. Sigh.