Oscar, sweet Oscar.
At home Oscar is the oldest - he's 5 (and 3/4) after all. We expect a lot from him. To be a "big boy" - whatever that is. To do his chores. To not whine. To do what he's told - quickly. To look out for his brothers.
He started Kindergarten this year. When I drop him off - he hops out of the mini van into a sea of K-8th graders all milling about before they are led inside. He looks so small. I always wish I had hugged him one more time as I watch him bravely walk into the crowd of kids. I want to follow him everywhere & protect him from the scary parts of life.
It is amazing to me how context can change everything. I need to remember when he's home he's just a kid and when he's out in the world he's a big boy - not the other way around.
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Calvin
Don't get me wrong.
I really do think all my kids are cute. Oscar is adorable w/ his red hair. Jack is the happiest little kid I've ever seen & so cute I want to squish him.
But Calvin is different.... almost "dreamy" cute. By birth order he got the short stick... the middle of 3 boys. But God sure blessed him w/ a way about him that is just soooo cute. I already feel sorry for all the little girls in his future who swoon when he looks at them w/ his GIANT almost black eyes.
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