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Anybody who knows you is aware of your endless energy (Ha! Understatement of the year). But when I think of you, I remember how you wake up in the morning.

You live in a house with three non-morning people. Dad doesn’t like to wake up. Sissy gives you the death stare every time you say something to her. I just like silence. But you are the pure sunshine to our cloudy day. Whether I come and wake you up for school during the week, or you come in my bedroom on the weekends, you always start with, “Good morning. How did you sleep?” You look at me with your adorable spattering of freckles and those sometimes green, sometimes brown, but-always-warm, eyes. You smile when we make eye contact. You lean into me. You give hugs and squeeze tight. And no matter how tired or grumpy I am, I always squeeze back, so glad that you are my boy.

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Now that you are six, you know what you like and make it known. Super Mario Bros and any of its inhabitants are your best friends, along with school friend Cyrus. Teen Titans, We Bare Bear, and Scooby Doo are your favorite cartoons. You are a great reader but reading from page one to the one that follows is not your strong suit. You read Shel Silverstein all summer because its silliness matches yours. You are hot tempered, impatient, determined, fun loving, and mischievous. You eat grilled cheeses and fries from In N’ Out and use as much “spread” as is allotted to you. You like to try new foods and even tried scallops before knowing what they were.

This past year included you starting school. I was terrified, wondering if your teacher would be able to control you. But not only did you have an awesome teacher, you showed me that you can thrive in a classroom. You were reading by Christmas and getting away with a lot because you never stop being the class clown. Here is one conversation we had in the first week of school:

Wesley, telling me about his day at school: “I farted in class today and they put my clip down (for bad behavior). But I still got a good day ticket.” Me, trying not to laugh: “How many times did you fart?” “Twice. And they were loud!”

Wesley Rockstar

You do everything at full speed and I have gotten used to holding my breath when you get on your bike, go on a trampoline, ride your scooter, or even crawl up a door way like Spiderman. You don’t let anything slow you down. You are a lover, not a fighter, and you wear your heart on your sleeve just like me. We share the same love for movies and you will watch anything as long as you have candy to munch on. I love sharing this with you because you cuddle up next to me, even holding my hand.

You have the same sweet smile when you go to bed at night. You burrow under your covers with your Minion and Buzz Lightyear dolls, listening to your Dad or I read you a story. Your look of contentment is one of the best parts of my day as I turn off your light and tell you sweet dreams. Thank you for being my sunshine, Baby Boy. Happy 6th birthday.

Wesley Palm Springs



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Life Jacket

Last Saturday we took your brother and you to Soak City and Knotts Berry Farm as a last hurrah before school started up again. As your Dad and Wesley jetted off to Banzai Falls to race down the slides, you told me you wanted to go into Tidal Wave Bay. Tidal Wave Bay is your typical wave pool. It starts off shallow for the babies to splash around and at the end is for the bigger kids, going down to six feet deep. So with the soundtrack of my childhood blaring in the background (Paula Abdul, you will always be Straight Up to me) and the heat of the sun daring me to not go in the water, I looked at your sweet face and said, “Okay.”

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This summer is the first time you have been tall enough to forgo a life jacket in the pool. You have semi-learned how to swim and found your inner fish. You light up every time you dive into the water and flash that rare grin when you come up for air, asking me, “Did you see that, Mom?” The more you swim, the more confident you become. And the farther you go out, the larger my panic is. You inch out and I say, “Not so far, Scarlet.” You move another foot, daring me to say no. I try not to say anything, letting the control slip through my fingers. I tell myself I don’t want you to get hurt and it’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s the people around you. I hold my breath when you jump with a wave and come out on top. I hold my breath when one knocks you over, waiting for you to emerge.

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With each birthday you have, I marvel at how much you have grown. You are starting to assert yourself with your Dad and I, testing boundaries. You want to wear makeup but don’t care that “less is more.” You want more freedom on the internet but don’t understand how powerful it is. Sleepovers and friends are becoming a major part of your life. You are so free with your friends that I sit back and smile at how happy you are around them.

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You are sensitive and won’t be pushed into doing anything, going at your own pace (I am currently building a bomb shelter for your teen years). “Oh snap!” is a new favorite phrase. You continue to love school, even earning the title “math wizard” at the end of second grade. Your love of reading is still there but a game on the Kindle is preferable. Macaroni and cheese is still your food of choice and you are relentless in your quest for sweets. Teen Beach Movie still holds a place in your heart but you have added Teen Beach 2 and Descendants to the library.

After 30 minutes in the wave pool, you decide you want to go on Sunset River, aka the Lazy River. Letting out a sigh of relief, I immediately agree. Taking a break from watching you go out further and further in the wave pool is fine by me. I know I can’t stop you from growing up, my Scarlet, but I am going to need a life jacket for just a little bit longer.

Happy Birthday my girl.

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