Pierce Turns Four
In the Fall of 2010, Thanksgiving changed. I realized the days of turkey and tofurkey, the trimmings, and pumpkin pie were going to be replaced by a birthday celebration.
Four years later, we eat pizzas with toppings chosen by the birthday boy. As the family chows down, I study Pierce across the table.
I realize he has grown taller in the past few months, and his hair colour is starting to darken. School, while rough at first due to severe nightmares, has become a blessing. He turns into a “Chatty Cathy” after a day away, anxious to share details about his teachers, his classmates, the learning centres, and the school bus. He still longs for his days off school, where we do baking or take long stroller walks. Yet sadly, I know these days are numbered. I suspect the shy guy will be overtaken by the fiercely independent soul lurking inside my little man.
I watch Pierce eagerly finish his meal, lured by the promised cake and presents. In typical fashion, he offers up a true glimpse into his personality.
Moments like this remind me why parenting is funny, difficult and beautiful. It makes me look forward to the years ahead…