6 years 8 months 7 days 8 hours and 3 minutes OLD. At the time of this posting, Mason you are almost seven. When I dropped you off at school this morning, you gave me your little smirk/eye roll in one. Just because you didn't want to give me a kiss. I settled for a hug and watched you walk your litte/big self into Central School. You amaze me. Thank you for stopping for a picture, I know you didn't want to.
I enjoy going into your classroom every Friday from 10:05 to 11:00, your lunch time. I like how you beg me to stay for lunch, there are times I do and others I can't. I wish I could everytime. I like watching you interact with the other kids. Showing your true colors. You are a nice kid. Everyone, literally everyone, wants to be your friend. I know why. If I was in your class, I'd want to be your best friend, too. I'm so lucky to be your mom, I wouldn't ever trade this job.
I pick you up, most days, at 2:30. You wait outside of the school, not so patiently. You are usually chasing classmates- girls and boys. One day I found you doing push-ups, because Kinzy said, "You can't." You showed her 13 push ups. I came to your rescue! Don't ever change, son. You are perfect, just the way you are!