I want to know why. Why is the crazy, active, disruptive, child the one who's teacher says, "He is such a good boy. He is a great helper and so kind to all the other students." Why?
"Really? Are you sure?" I ask. "My boy?" [she giggles as if I am being sarcastic]
I should be grateful that he behaves so well at school and lets loose like a cannon when he get home. I should appreciate the fact that he pinches his brother to the point of tears, and hugs the children at school. It should come as no surprise that he loves to help, since he wants to do everything on his own when he is home and thinks that he is 12.
I am grateful for the fact that he runs around the house non-stop, yet cuddles like the best of them and falls asleep by 7. He will repeat his kisses on my lips until it makes that "smack" sound and he gets the kiss just perfect. He kisses my leg when I am cooking, and wishes that he could spoon with me, in my bed, all night, every night.
"Good night mom, I love you, but I love Jesus more!" he shouts as I shut his bedroom door. "See you in the morning mom...mom...MOOOOM...I said see you in the morning!" I open the door again and whisper, "See you in the morning."