We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today. ~Stacia Tauscher
I’ve always heard people say, “They grow up so fast.” I know it’s true, I’ve been watching it happen right before my eyes. Recently, I’ve been catching Kyle wear my white under shirts. Anyone who knows me, knows I always wear layers, even with T-shirts. I will put on a white T-shirt under a T-shirt, which is the opposite of Kyle, who rarely even wears a shirt and hates layers. Anyway as I watch him march around in my T-shirts it strikes me that they almost fit him! My little man is getting so big! I can almost wear his shoes too. Granted I do have smaller feet, but still I can’t believe how much he has shot up and out! I think Kyle loves showing me he can wear my cloths. It has become a ritual that when I see him strutting around in my Tees I say, “Is that my T-shirt?” and he just gives me an ornery grin. Now don’t get me wrong, Kyle still is not into cloths, not even close. He could care less what he looks like, which drives me crazy. Once he couldn’t find the matching his flip flop. He had one from each set. Now granted they were both black, but the one was fixed with duct tape, which that set was only suppose to be worn around the house. Would you believe that kid put two different shoes on, a left and a right flip flop? Then said ‘I’ll be fine’ and got in the car and was ready to go to the store. I was mortified and he didn’t care, he just wants to be comfortable and he hates socks and shoes. He detests clothing in general, anything containing zippers, buttons, denim, laces, long sleeves are debatable and anything that is layered is avoided. Yep, that’s Kyle, he loves just sitting in his underwear. I am hoping this phase will be out grown soon, although I’ve been waiting for it since he started to form an opinion about clothing.
Last week Kyle was helping me in the yard. For every bag of grass clippings he helps me bag up and takes to the curb he gets a dollar. While I’m mowing, he pulls weeds and he is my extra set of eyes, keeping watch for bees. We make a great team and I enjoy him helping me outside. As we put on our work cloths I start getting the trash bags, the lawn mower and such. I head out to the backyard and call for Kyle. He is a slow moving individual, like my sister. Just then, I turned around and saw Kyle with his headphones on, adjusting them so the cord runs under his T-shirt, correction my T-shirt. He looked like such a young adult getting ready to help me out in the yard. I just smiled and realized he is getting older and he loves that ipod Touch. As I made laps around the yard I would peek over to see how he was doing. He was almost bobbing his head as he pulled weeds and then I saw his lips moving. While I was bagging up my first round of grass clippings, I heard Kyle singing, although I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. I yelled over, “Kyle what are you singing?” His reply, “Alvin and the Chipmunks”. I about fell over, watching this maturing young man appearing older, yet he still is a kid inside.
A few weeks ago I took Kyle to see The Hunger Games. It’s rated PG13 and with the violence I wasn’t quite sure I should. My sister and I both saw the movie first and we discussed it. I also reached out to other friends with children of the same age to get their opinion. Since Kyle really wanted to see it and was really nudging me, I agreed and took him to the movies. Keep in mind we made these plans early Saturday morning. That kid cracks me up, he is certainly a child of twenty first century. He took my phone and ordered our tickets through Fandango on my iphone app. We were ready!
While watching the previews, which I will admit I like watching. I think it’s fun to see what’s coming out and to get excited about another movie. During the previews, the movie Dark Shadows appeared on the big screen. Kyle leaned toward me trying to whisper, not really succeeding and said, “Um Johnny Depp, he’s pretty good. I want to see that Aunt Heather. I like Johnny Depp.” What? I didn’t even know Kyle knew who Johnny Depp was, let alone liked him! All I could say was, “I like Johnny Depp too, ok we can go see it.” We also saw the preview for Avengers, which comes out this weekend. Kyle is totally pumped for this movie, of course so am I. He already made our plans for Saturday.
As the movie unfolded Kyle watched it in his usual Kyle way, squealing and talking the entire way through it. I about died when he kept calling Peeta, Peter! I corrected him but I don’t think he heard me and I gave up. Right after the movie, Kyle decided he wanted to read The Hunger Games trilogy. That’s my little man, he’s getting bigger. He even asked me if the book was like the movie? I went through some details and highlights just to give him an idea. Then he started to give me a dissertation on how the Harry Potter books aren’t exactly like the movies. He was comparing and contrasting, my favorite way to write! ‘What is this?’ I thought, Kyle really does have a major opinion about books and movies. It’s really fun watching his intellect grow and mature and hearing things from his point-of-view. So far I’ve loved all stages of Kyle, but this one is really integrating me.
Kyle’s always been a thinker. He truly thinks things through. Taking you back about eight years when Kyle was in his twos, he was even a thinker then. Loving my naps, one day I chose to engage in one of my favorite pastimes on the couch. I guess while I was sucking up the ‘ZZZs’ Kyle turned to my mom and said, “Gigi I want long legs like Aiya.” Mom said that I looked elongated laying flat on my back, not to mention I must of looked like a giant compared to Kyle’s miniature structure all stretched out over the surface of the couch. Ever since then, his logic was to compare my legs to height. He still does this today, standing beside me measuring his legs against mine. His goal is to reach my height, my all of five foot six inches. I’ve told him that he better hope for a few more inches. After all he just may get it, my brother was about six foot.
Even though Kyle is such a little boy, and an immature one at best, he occasionally shows the adult peeking out in him. Although, I hope he always keeps that inner child! Of course if he’s really anything like me, he will!