Before it was below freezing the kids set up a soccer field in the yard. We only had one net so a dangerous rock and stick sculpture served as the other. It wasn’t really necessary because everyone ran where they felt like running anyway.
Ashlyn gave up on corralling the little ones and scored goals until her heart was happy. McKenna and Sawyer ignored the “no hands” rule to wrestle over the remaining ball and practice smashing fingers. Parker found an un-trampled cone and used it as a microphone to perform the opening song from the Lion King.
I watched our crazy little soccer musical and all the performers were my favorite but my urge to squeeze Parker was strongest. He is six and basketball tryouts were last week (I think?), and flag football started last year. I had to let him down gently that he would not land the part of The Nutcracker in the Symphony Orchestra’s production this year and explain he might have to practice for a few years and grow a few feet to land the lead role in a local theater. He took the news well and marched to our dress up bin for new possibilities.
If I had interrupted their five minute production I would have picked up Parker, because I’m allowed to until first grade, and told him to be this always. I would have asked him to please, please, please always sing with a megaphone and wear a costume when it’s not Halloween and be the best zombie at Zombie Tag because you take the role seriously.
Dance through football season and perform through soccer and try out for whatever you want. Whatever. You. Want.
Saturday night Parker and I squeezed into my computer chair and searched for a Santa costume in a 6X and on Sunday morning he was holding one of my eyeballs open to see if it was time for the costume store to open. We bought the costume and settled for ordering the beard and I was a little confused at my determination to buy a getup we really didn’t need.
But then there was that soccer game and that megaphone and those times I wanted so badly to pull him on my lap and say “be you, always be you.”
I double-looped his Santa belt tonight and promised I wouldn’t forget to ask his teacher if Santa costumes are allowed at the school Christmas party. I’m not sure it will always be this easy for him to dream big without thinking of the kid two desks over, but I hope it is. I hope nothing ever quiets his dreaming little voice and my applause is just enough to keep him singing.
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