This is my daughter reading a note my grandmother wrote me when i was 6 years old. This note is so simple but I don’t remember being 6. I guess I maybe didn’t eat my lunch a lot? I assume she put this in the mail and sent it. Who sends that much mail these days? I do…and probably because of how I was raised and the effect the written word still has.
My daughter is now 6 years old. This is so beautiful to me. That she can read. And just the synergy.
My grandmother was one of my favorite (and best) people on this planet. I only had her for 10 years. Exactly 10 years from the day of my birth. But man, what memories she made in that time. Popcorn balls, defending my excessive use of paper to write and record basketball stats. She was in an adult beauty contest (and I think she won).
Lincoln definitely has a thing with touch. He has to touch every surface he walks by and he’ll sometimes pet me and Becky.
He has been a bit of a demon about going to sleep at bedtime so one night, instead of sending him back to bed for the 14th time, I let him watch me shave. He was full of questions and just chatting away.
A few days later, while we were reading a book, my face grazed up against his. The stubble must have felt kinda neat because he just started starting in my eyes and rubbing my face. Over and over and saying “Daddy, you sooo smooth” (you have to imagine it in his voice).
It’s just the cutest thing…and it means so much to me because of this story….
My Dad was not around when I was supposed to learn how to shave. I hadn’t yet met the friends whose Dad’s would become surrogates to me and help make me into who I am today. It was mostly just me, my sister and my Mom.
Freshman year of high school was tough. I went to Germantown schools all of my life but high school brought together kids from different middle schools. The social statuses of kids with fancy houses and those with less fancy houses were starting. And because we lived out of district, I could no longer ride the bus.
Around this time, i started to grow facial hair. Teenage boys think their facial hair is cool. No matter how awful it looks. Peach fuzz that doesn’t quite grow in right or in full.
I…..had my first hairs grown on my cheeks. Big curly hairs on my cheek. I had a littttle goatee (that I was super proud of) And then whiskers.
Looking back at pictures makes me almost shudder. A Dad would have told me gently to cut it off. Or how to shave. I don’t remember anyone making fun of me for it. My Mom (or Grand-dad or Uncle) probably told me something in such a way that I got a razor and cut it. But it’s one of the many things about not having a main male figure during those last formative years that I think define so much of the younger generation.
Sometimes, Lincoln sounds like a kid whose learning how to speak English. One of my favorite recent things – he repeats words in sentences.
Example. Daddy, I accidentally did XYZ on accident
But even better is when he betrays himself. Example: Daddy, I accidentally did XYZ on purpose.
Almost hard to get mad at….almost 🙂
He still gets the meaning of certain phrases backwards. He asks for the car window to be rolled up (when he really wants it down)
He also uses “un” in the wrong setting. he wants to play unfreeze tag. If he wants a show restarted after taking a break, he’ll ask for it to be unpaused. Every dang time. Cracks us all up and just adds to this little dude’s charm.
We are officially a pet family (no, I will never call us a family of 5). Sparkle is Emerson’s first pet, a Galaxy Koi Male fish. We got her for her upcoming 6th birthday and kinda sped up the timeline a bit with this extended now 3 week spring break thanks to COVID-19.
Seeing her face light up when she first saw it…priceless. She was jumping up and down and had to share him with Lincoln. She called me “the best daddy”. About the best reaction I could have asked for. She’s already checked on him before her own bedtime and gave him his first meal of pellets. I’m going to get her a little magnifying glass because even with her head pressed up against the glass, she can’t “see him close enough” 🙂
Side note: thank god for all the technology in the world today. I can set Alexa to remind me to change the water and feed the dang thing.
This is mine and Lincoln’s current bedtime jam. In the most softest of voices (and when he doesn’t want to go to bed when I want him to), he’ll mumble “Can you play ‘Just the Two of Us?’. How can I resist this?
It’s the only song in my Will Smith category so it will play over and over again. BUT close to the end of the first play, Lincoln will look up at me with these big eyes and just smile. And then he’ll immediately tell me that the song is over and climb into his bed.
It’s one of my very favorite things and something I want to always remember from this period of time.