so this is my boy. myes. the man behind the blog name, so to speak. i knew it would take me weeks to write a post about him because my feelings for him are so deep and so complex and so completely overflowing with all the deepness and the complexity of it all.
he has my heart entirely. swallowed up and sometimes crushed in his little (kinda-still-chubby-there-are- remnants-of-a-toddler) hands. however, these hands now smell like a kid that plays on the big kid playground. the playground that smells like metal monkey bars and rubber handballs and sweaty boyhood as opposed to baby waken up from his nap sweaty head type.
this is the boy with the strawberry blonde hair, which he calls “orange”.
the boy that i look forward to reading our latest “big kid book” to night after night, so we can fall in love with characters together.
the boy that when i am dying for a connection to him, dying to tap into that little brain behind that round face, dying to make his world perfect and okay and comfortable and safe and fun, all i need do is sit down next to him with some paper and markers and we melt into a world that is all ours.
the boy that never raises his voice to his baby brother. all the patience he lacks for me is available to his little toe-head shadow, exactly where it should be.
he is a boy full of contradictions and surprises. he rides bikes and motorcycles but hates driving on the freeway he wake boards and skateboards but is paralyzed by walking across the bridge on the park’s play place. he gets embarrassed to kiss me good-bye at school but is my best snuggler.
i could suck his freckle face off.
the remnants of his lazy eye. his adorable baby teeth that are holding strong as ever. stubborn, difficult, creative, sweet and defiant, every last piece of this boy i love. .
he is my myes.
he worked really hard in school to earn this penny board. he had to get one just like his two older cousins (ages 14 and 12). he practices on it everyday after school and then replaces it back in my car in case we go anywhere he would want to ride it.
and then, he worked for these shoes…because like i said he is a shoe guy…like most six year old boys right?