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Ferocious and Fabulous Fours

on August 24, 2007

Ephraim, Ephraim, Ephraim.

You, my fabulous son are four years old.  You are so big now!  Your babyface has gone, and you are full of stories and interesting things to do.

You never stop moving.  Even when you're sitting still, which believe me is only on rare occasions, some part of you is still moving.  Rubbing Petey's ear, tapping your foot, building something.  We'll soon have to move on from painting mama's toes to knitting I think!

You are tentative of new things, but once you fully understand what it is, or what's going on, you are all over it.  Climbing giant spiderwebs, building activators, telling stories, leaping tall buildings in a single bound…

… these things are nothing to you.  You pshaw the difficulty!  But, only after you have had a good chance to think it through.

You are very much of the attitude that you can do anything better than anyone else.  And if you can't, then your daddy certainly can.  You can jump higher, run faster, know more words…

You, my glorious son, are certainly an individual.  You know your mind, and you are determined that people will see things your way… even when you have no idea what you're talking about… you get that from your father.

I really want to encourage your individuality, and yet at the same time, I just want you to listen to what I have to say without arguing.  It's going to be a long bunch of years until you move out, son of mine!

While you are getting to be such a big boy, you are still so little in so many ways.  You still like to snuggle.  You still can't go to sleep without a kiss and a hug, and you still love to be around your mama and daddy. 

I love you so much, Ephraim, you make me absolutely nuts, make me wonder why I ever became a parent in the first place, and then turn around and give me one of your dazzling smiles.  Or tell Talya how much you love her…  you have such a soft and caring heart, and that is your saving grace.  Your heart trumps any mischief that you could possibly get into!

Keep on laughing, big handsome boy, when you laugh, my whole world brightens.

Love,

Momma

 

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