Parker is getting glasses. They make him look older as do his growing legs and the place where his head meets my side. His new backpack is papered with superheroes and he is still debating over a lunchbox because Spiderman and Superman are both the greatest so it’s tough to give one the honor of carrying your sandwich.
Every time he sneaks a second on my lap I ask if he’s sure he doesn’t want to stay home forever and tell him I’m still working on my magical shrinking potion so I can carry him just-like-this for always and always. His feet press the top of mine and he turns to show me that age five is when you learn to roll your eyes at your mom.
He orders his own dinner at restaurants beginning with “please” and ending with “thank you” then proceeds to make a mask with his napkin and catches The Eye his dad gives when he begins a silverware sword fight with his brother.
I lean down, more often than not, to help him with socks he’s already straightened and shoes he has already fastened and stand up in time to shut the door he left wide open as he takes off on a newly-two-wheeled bike.
He buckles his own carseat and sighs while waiting for me to secure everyone else then begins his daily tally of how many words are hilarious when “butt” is used as a prefix.
Last night he wanted to sleep in our bed and the thought of putting him on a school bus soon trumped my insistence on a bedtime routine and his arms and legs are currently dangling from my side.
When he was an infant he always woke before his sister. They were tiny enough to cuddle together in one cradle so I would lift him from his side and re-swaddle him, laying him against my chest. No matter how expertly I wrapped his blanket, his arms and legs would wiggle in protest and pop out from every seam.
It was always a little too early and I was never quite ready to get up but I would unwrap him from his blanket and start our day.
As we left his room he would coo at the light peaking up from the windows and kick his feet with excitement over everything in sight.
Blinking my eyes and smiling at his energy, I would set him down just where he wanted, in a wide open space with a soft place to land and plenty of room to explore.
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