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Now We Are Six

Now We Are Six

When I was one,
I had just begun.
When I was two,
I was nearly new.
When I was three,
I was hardly me.
When I was four,
I was not much more.
When I was five,
I was just alive.
But now I am six,
I'm as clever as clever.
So I think I'll be six
now and forever.
by A.A. Milne

Tomorrow is Father's day, my own mother's birthday and the day my one and only child will turn 6. Kindergarten is over. Summer is on and it's on.

Another year has passed and to m dear son, I just love you. Being your mom is a proud occupation. Your tenacity, your vocabulary and your innocent insights catch my breath.

Six months ago, I sat with you at the kitchen table. I had just given you a haircut you hated. You were crying and you said through agonized tears, "Mom, I just look ridiculous." Instead of feeling bad for you about the haircut that didn't look half bad to me, I was proud you used ridiculous perfectly in a sentence, and with feeling. Sorry about the haircut. I never said I had any training. I just said I would Try to make it look like Harry Potter.

Then there was that other day when we were riding bikes and we were headed down Fir Street from Cotton Auditorium towards Main Street and you forgot how to use the foot breaks so instead of slowing, you were free-wheeling down the hill. Had I not been on my bike myself I would have jumped in front and caught you. Instead I sped up and cleared the corner with my own body to make sure no cars were coming before you buzzed through the intersection and crashed onto the Mortuary lawn. I was so happy you were not hurt, I laughed. You were wounded not because you crashed- that lawn is perfect- but because you thought I was laughing at you. It was deranged laughter of a narrow escape from harms way. Hard to explain. Maybe it will make sense later.

Your friends are more important to you now. When I dropped you off at school these past few weeks, few were the 2 kisses and a hug ritual we typically had to do at every goodbye. Mostly now I hear, "Bye, Mom!" over your shoulder as you run off to play with your buddies.

More words I will say to you later in person. This online archive is something fun people will read maybe and remember when their own kid was 6 or when they were 6 and their mom did all the wrong stuff and gave them ridiculous haircuts and laughed at them when they crashed on their bike.

Suffice to say, I am glad we can play. I am blessed to be your mom and am so excited for another epic summer with you. All my love, Mamam.

A boy and his Mamam


  1. Sue Lindley June 16, 2012

    Tearfully delightful; so full of the feelings and pathos of Motherhood! He will indeed understand it sooner than you think; you so enjoy your minutes, hours, days…and now he is SIX. It can seem so very old after babyhood; and yet the beginning of that childhood journey. Such love to both of you!

  2. Beth Richmond June 16, 2012

    Thanks Jessica. Your simple honesty and observations of the little things make me think that perhaps my life too-in all it’s seemingly boring detail- is in fact interesting and worthy of expression. I love reading your essays. Thanks.

  3. susan ma and grandma June 18, 2012

    Your writing again takes my breath away. The love and joy you have for the little man is refreshing and beautiful. . You teach us so much about yourself and him.

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