Wednesday, September 18, 2013

This is Rory.

So Rory, What did the principal say to you today?
I dunno
Oh good, I am sure he will be happy to tell you again tomorrow. I will let him know you have forgotten.
Oh. Actually.....
And Mom...he likes the Leafs....he has Leafs stuff in his office.
You aren't supposed to be in his office. Tomorrow is a fresh start. Please let it be filled with good choices.
I love you anyways Mom. I love you anyways too Rory.

My son is the most remarkable young man. As remarkable as every other son to their mother.  He is remarkably frustrating, loving, anxious and beautiful in the same breath. He causes me so much stress that sometimes I just sit after he goes to bed and worry. Sometimes I laugh at the things he has invented. Sometimes I have to get angry because he sneaks out of bed because he "just has to tell me something." His view of the world is always skewed from the angle of a small boy who views the world as a happy place where Mom and Dad love him and will always hug him goodnight despite the day he has had. This is Rory.

A boy whose arse is often glued to a bike seat with a dog running along beside him.
A boy who struggles to sit and do school work in a classroom full of noise and distraction.
A boy who is already capable of seeing that he would work best alone, could he just bring his school work home everyday?
A boy who loves spaghetti...but without anything on it. Macaroni...without cheese.
A boy who when he IS in a bit of trouble, begins every apology with "Mom, Your hair looks really nice today."
Believes that the first day of hockey is a national holiday.
A boy who loves his baby cousin so much that when he hears we are visiting her, he jumps and cheers.
A boy who pretends not to notice when his friends leave him out but cries before bed after it happens.
A boy who knows that with each morning is a fresh start.
A boy who wants to save the world by taking photos on his ipod of people running the stop sign beside the field that he and Daddy are in.
A boy who forgives and forgets in a second.
A boy who loves to cook in the kitchen, learn by doing, and create with endless supplies.
A boy who will stop anything to cuddle on the couch to hear a chapter of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
A boy who is giving his teachers a lot of gray hair but who loves them dearly.

Is it Friday yet?

2 comments:

  1. Aw, sweet post!

    Little boys. Sigh. :)

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  2. Ha ha I enjoyed the taking pictures of people running stop signs from the field he and his daddy are in. And eating spaghetti with nothing and Mac with no cheese. After I read this, my first thought is that he is such a typical country Canadian boy! We all love him.

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