This is Ten
At 5am this morning, my son, “A”, got up to pee. When he finished in the bathroom, he stood at the side of my bed looking down at me. “Mom, I’m cold,” he said as he snuggled under the blankets. This 5am wake-up call is normal. It’s been part of our routine for as long as I can remember. He is my human alarm clock.
It’s now 6:37 and I’m typing this at my kitchen table, even before I’ve had my coffee. I just want to get it down on paper so I can remember what my son at 10 feels like. This was our conversation this morning:
Time: 5:05 am
Setting: My bed.
“A” : Giggles
Me: “What’s funny?”
“A”: “This funny thing I saw on YouTube. It’s this kitty that flies on rainbows and has a Pop Tart for a belly. It’s called Nyan Cat, and it has this funny meow-music.” More giggles.
Me: “Oh, that sounds funny. I’ll have to check it out later.”
“A”: “Mom, did you know that the Native Americans walked to North America?”
Me: “Yes, they crossed the Bearing Straight.”
“A”: “Technology is really cool. First, there were rowboats like the Vikings used. Then Columbus sailed to America. Then there were steam ships. Now…you fly.”
Me: “It’s amazing, isn’t it?”
“A”: “Yhea.” Pause. “Did you know that the Native Americans invented lacrosse? They used to use it as a kind of war between two villages. They would have thousands of players on each team.”
*note: it was not actually a tool of war, but a healthy rivalry between villages…the equivalent of the Yankees vs. Red Sox.
Me: “Thousands. Wow, that’s a pretty big team.”
“A”: “I know. And lacrosse balls are pretty small.”
Me: “Where did you learn all this?”
“A”: “School. We’re studying Native Americans in Social Studies and some I just, you know, knew from books and stuff.”
Me: “I see. That’s very interesting. Thanks for sharing that with me.”
“A”: “I need to sleep now. Can you be quiet, Mom?”
This is 10. Ten is still that baby that cuddles up to you and tells you about cute kitties. Ten is filled with wonder about the world, but still views it through the lens of a child. Ten can gather information from a number of sources and make sense of it, but still needs guidance and direction in figuring it all out. Ten is funny and silly. Ten is still a little bit self-centered. Ten is the bridge between little kid who needs you every second for every little thing, and the teenager who wants nothing to do with you unless it involves money.
Ten is precious…and I’m savoring every moment.
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