Po turned 11 yesterday.
This is the child who has left pink yogurt footprints on my carpet and blue icing handprints on my walls... more than once. I suppose I am to blame for actually making blue icing more than once.
When he was 2 and 3 he already knew what he wanted to be when he grew up. A pirate. and not just any old boring pirate. He wanted to be "Bad Pirate"... he wore pirate accessories almost daily for 18 months. Sometimes not much else.
When he was 5 his kindergarten teacher told him that "Pirate" was not really a career choice. (silly teachers) He rolled with the punches though and when asked to make another choice he said "robber"... Funny thing - she wanted him to choose something different. He chose "Policeman" and that is what is written on his laminated placemat to this day. The teacher did confide in me later that he had actually said "Policeman... then when I arrest the robbers I can keep the stuff they stole" So apparently he really meant corrupt policeman... I kinda wish THAT was written on the placemat :)
At 8 or 9 he was thinking that a photographer looked like a good career choice... so we bought him a camera for his birthday. Lots of fun - for about... ummm... 38 minutes?
About a year ago he started talking a little more reasonably about life goals... and he wanted us to move to Hollywood so he could get a job in the movies. Apparently he just knows he'd be discovered immediately - and if it takes a few weeks we could live off of my winnings from Wheel of Fortune right? Drama is right up his alley. (how many 11 year olds do you know who are aware of the definition of hypochondria?)
Given his "explosive" personality and penchant for the dramatic - I wasn't sure what to expect...
I DIDN'T expect such a gushing of thankfulness for his gifts. I DIDN'T expect him to be so patient with the preparations of the day. I most certainly DIDN'T expect him to be such a sharing, helpful young man on his special day.
Sometimes kids surprise me. Isn't it nice?