Note: This column was printed in the Barrow Journal on August 22, 2012.
In a few days TODAY the “five-year-old” becomes the “six-year-old.” In a flash he has grown taller, more able-bodied, and smarter. And if those first two sentences sound familiar, that means you read my column last week. (Thanks!) Yes, my two boys birthdays are one week apart.
I didn’t plan it, and when I first learned it would be this way, I was a little disappointed. Would it be birthday overload, I wondered? Fortunately, it hasn’t been a problem at all, and it’s actually been convenient. For one thing, my younger son was able to inherit a lot of his older brother’s clothes – they were weather appropriate.
It’s fun to have them close together because it makes for a joyful time of year. Having them right before September makes a nice end to the summer and mark of a new school year.
The first year we had a dual birthday party, but ever since, we’ve had a low-key, family celebration for each on their respective special days. I don’t want them to feel like they have to share their day, and it is not much problem since I only have to decorate once and leave it up for a week!
This is the first year I’m having a bigger party for the six-year-old. Six seems like a good age, and I couldn’t resist letting him have a party at the Sandy Creek Nature Center in Athens, Georgia. They do a 45-minute program of our choice, and of course, we picked “snakes,” which is his current passion. He can’t wait.
Speaking of the Nature Center, I give the staff there credit for helping my five-year-old blossom this past year. This time last year we began taking their various classes (some for homeschoolers and others not), and he started off a bit reluctant and shy.
But nature and animals are his passion, and seeing them up close, especially snakes, opened him up. Whenever the class took him on a hike through the woods, he would stay right next to the instructor, wanting to see and hear everything she had to say. Now at the end of the year, he doesn’t even need me anymore. He willingly participated in their summer camps and had a blast.
I can’t thank “Miss Sarah” enough. On one of those first days of the knee-high naturalist class, my son asked her about the rattlesnake that he didn’t see in the center anymore. She explained he was feeling poorly, so the staff moved him to the inner offices. But she brought my son and I back there to see him, and she spent twenty minutes with my son, answering his four-year-old questions about the snake.
Over the year, I have watched my son become confident and outspoken in the classes. Outside of those classes, we have made friends in the homeschooling community, and when he meets them, he runs off to play. Like I said, he doesn’t need mama anymore.
Five-years-old has been a truly wonderful age. No more temper tantrums, no more clinging, but plenty of hugs, questions, and an expanding mind that is soaking up all the new things his world has to offer. I’d be lying if I said it was always easy with him. He has his whiny moments, and he can battle with is younger brother at any moment, but at five-going-on-six, he’s easy to reason with and explain things too.
He is usually helpful, kind and his imagination knows no bounds. Just today he showed me a “habitat” he made inside his Frisbee for a toy ant. He filled it with soft dirt, grass and moss. When I see him walking or sitting in our yard by himself, I’m happy that he has the free time to develop his creativity.
It must be this age that so many veteran parents tout as the opportunity to relive our childhoods, though I’m quite sure my son is teaching me more about the world than I ever learned growing up. I can barely wait to see how he’ll blossom this coming year and what wondrous things he’ll invent and learn.