Shrieking Seven

Dear Rerun,

You did it.  Happy birthday!!  You survived this last year.  And there were some moments where I wasn’t sure that you would.  It’s been a roller coaster where you are concerned.  There might be light at the end of the tunnel.  Or that might be an oncoming train.  Some days, I’m really not sure.

First of all, we love you dearly.  You make us laugh, and you love to laugh.  Your chuckle is contagious.  You are bright and clever, and your academic grades reflect that.  You have learned to love the Magic Tree House series, but you still enjoy reading Pokemon or Angry Birds comic books.  You love baseball, and love going to games (though you are still a little wistful that your favorite player was traded in this last offseason).  Legos, Pac-Man, Doctor Who, and Weird Al songs are all also favorites of yours.  Your dancing makes us howl.  And you have a love of puzzles, and geography.

(Last night, we talked about traveling someday to Spring Training in Arizona.  Tad objected because “that is all the way across the United States!”  Rerun gave Tad a strange look and said, “No, it’s between California and New Mexico,” and pointed it out on the map.)

But, for the love of all that is holy, son, life is not a constant fight.  It is not Rerun vs. The Universe.  Everyone is not out to get you, or spoil your fun, or generally make you miserable.

This last year was especially important, because we finally got an official diagnosis for you (after school transitions got harder and karate lessons were a bust).  You officially have ADHD.  And we’ve officially been sitting on waiting lists ever since, hoping the phone rings soon.  Fortunately, the proverbial phone did ring recently, and we are so excited for this summer, when you and Tad will be attending a special needs day camp.  (More on that in a later post.)  But in the meantime, we are still on a ride and hanging on for dear life, because you’re driving this train and we honestly don’t know what each day will bring.

But I do know that we will always love you.

This year is going to be better than last year, because we know you even better now, and we want to help you make things better for yourself.  You can do it.  You just have to choose to do it.  Choose to be Dr. Bruce Banner, and not the Hulk.  Choose to be Mister Fantastic, not Doctor Doom.  We are hoping to give you all the tools to make those good choices.  We’re gonna get there, Rerun.  I promise.

Happy 7th birthday, you wonderful, inventive, stubborn, loving boy.  I love you more than you know.

Love,
Mom

This entry was posted on Wednesday, March 8th, 2017 at 12:29 am and is filed under Announcements, Children, Mommyhood.
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