This is Six

These days, life is a crazy mess of counseling my sensitive Bowie through his tweens, preparing him for middle school. And chasing around a toddler. You know how you forget all that labor stuff and that’s how we keep having babies? Well I’m pretty sure we forget the toddler years too. They are insane. They get into everything. Life is busy.

And somewhere in the middle is my Ferris. My sweet rainbow baby. Definitely the biggest personality in the family. He has big feelings, strong feelings, and he knows how to “use his words” to let us know. He’s hilarious. He’s brave. He’s creative. He’s fierce. And he’s finally six. He’s waited so patiently.

And he’s finally in Kindergarten! What a relief for all of us. He missed the birthday cutoff last year (September 1st) and had to wait a whole year longer than his friends at preschool, which he found extremely frustrating. I pulled him out of that school and did some minor homeschooling, which was stressful and tiring. Two years before, I had imagined myself having all this time to myself. I could write a book! Get a job! Volunteer! But, I ended up not only having another baby, but also having my preschooler at home full time. But, we managed.

Sometimes Ferris is the typical middle child, getting lost in the shuffle. But most of the time, his very big personality is there and you can’t forget him. Everything about him is unique. From the way he talks to the way he thinks. He has a certain logical belief about everything. Food, the universe, animals, sports, weather. He pontificates on the origin, mechanics, reasoning and conclusion about all of it. He has to think it out, and he tends to do his thinking out loud. Seeing the world through his eyes is amazing.

And the questions. Oh my, the questions. He’s so interested in every subject. He is always asking me to show him a picture of something on my phone. A whale. A stegosaurus. A baby in a mommy’s belly. Argentina. Freddie Mercury. He has to see what it is we are talking about or referring to. So he can fully understand.

Ferris prefers his room messy. “That way, I can see all of the things I have to play with and I can choose.” “But, if everything is organized, you can find exactly what you need.” “But then I’d have to clean up the other thing I was playing with and I can’t just sit and clean all day.”

He is boldly and blatantly honest and open. Ferris is the one who will tell strangers, “The doctor shot me.” When someone notices our fish aquarium, “We used to keep the rats in that spot. They’re dead now. We buried them outside.”

Swear words and insults are all “F words,” so if he tells you someone said the F word, just double check what word that might have been. Because it more than likely was, “stupid.”

School provides each kid a folder for papers. Every single paper that he brings home has been folded and shoved to the bottom of his backpack.

Ferris’ teacher told us he really thinks differently about things than most kids. And she encouraged us to have him tested for Gifted and Talented. And the morning I turned in the paper for it (all wrinkled and creased, because it was in his backpack), we woke up to realize he had cut a chunk out of his hair at some point during the night. Ferris has pretty strict scissor rules, because Ferris, and one of them is not having them in his room. Our old preschool director did say sneaking and lying, while not good behavior, are a sign of intelligence in kids. So, yeah. Gifted and talented. 

Current favorite things: cats, Jeeps, camping, warm fuzzy blankets, bedtime stories, Minecraft, Legos, We Will Rock You by Queen, pizza, changing into his pajamas after school, picking from the prize box at school, tape, hearing what he was like as a baby.

He will not hesitate to tell you what he really thinks. Sometimes inappropriately and way too loud in public. This honesty will serve him well later in life. Right now, he really doesn’t need to comment on how old someone looks, or tell the party helpers at the Children’s Museum that the volcanoes at his old school were way better, or let his piano teacher know how very boring his lesson was this week.

It will be exciting to watch him soar. He is fearless. He will be a force to be reckoned with. I can’t imagine what he’ll want to be or do when he’s an adult, he’s interested in so many things. But I know he will have a million friends and he will succeed in any path he chooses. Because he is so open and honest and kind and determined.

I hope all the funny and adorable stuff he blurts out sometimes won’t stop as he gets older. It’s too amazing. And even though he said, “Your belly’s big. Are you having another baby,” I still love him to bits.

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