My darling Alex,
Six is not a very big number.
It is the number of legs on an insect or the largest number of dots on standard dice.
Six is half a dozen; or the most harmonious of single digit numbers (if you are into numerology.)
According to Winnie the Pooh, it is when we get CLEVER! (And you are so very clever!)
If you are in the mood for mathematical titbits, six is the only number that is both the sum and the product of three consecutive positive numbers. A Cube has six faces, and a six sided polygon is called a hexagon.
A guitar has six strings, and the Star of David has six points. (Although according to you, a Star of David is not a real star, because a real star only has five points)
In Astrology, Virgo is the Sixth sign of the zodiac. (And happens to be your star sign!)
Six is also the number of years that I have been a mom. I still cannot believe that six years have passed since you made your way into my life and into my heart. Six years that have changed my life in the most indescribable and incredible way. Six of the best years of my life.
But despite six not being a very big number, it is so very, very big.
You have grown so much this year between 5 and 6, both physically and emotionally. You have blossomed from a shy and sometimes anxious little guy into a confident, rambunctious boy. A boy who seems to have transformed from a baby into a big-boy overnight. A boy who can fetch his own food, and swim by himself, and asks questions that are way beyond his years. A boy who has lost six baby teeth, and is getting so, so tall. A boy who loves running and swimming and being outside. A boy who looks after his sister, and makes sure he always holds her hand in a busy parking lot (or on the beach). A boy who loves to wrestle with his older brothers, and lick their faces while pretending to give them a kiss. A boy who loves animals and wants to be a vet when he grows up. A wild animal vet, to be specific! (And thinks that the solution to saving the rhinos is to kill all the hunters!)
A boy who will be going to Grade 1 next year. Big School.
A boy who doesn’t really need me that much anymore with each passing day.
A boy who LOVES dragons.
And yes, you asked for a Night Fury Dragon cake this year …
This growing up thing is bitter-sweet. As much as I want you to be independent and do things for yourself, the thought of you not needing me anymore breaks my heart. Even Daddy said that at your party this year he felt like you never really needed us to be there. You played and ran and laughed with your friends, and it was the most beautiful thing to watch.
You are the most kind and caring boy, with an infectious laugh and the sweetest smile.
And to quote a lyric from a Styx song: “Don’t ever change, stay as sweet as you are…”
I love you my boy, forever and always.