A letter from the little sister:
Me and Connor
Me and Connor walk home from school together, stay at ice skating together, stay at home together. We love staying together. We love each other the same amount. Our feeling and other stuff are all the same.
Well Connor is ten, I miss him being nine when we have lots of time to play together. It had been a long time being nine and he will take his gear mask off being ten. (note from mom: Connor wears gear mask at night to correct the under biting.) Connor being eleven is a long long time, besides I’m not used to you being ten yet. Plus when you are eleven, you won’t spend lots of time with me. I love you a lot Connor.
Connor you are 3 years older than me now. I hope you be good being ten just like you were nine. I will miss you a lot being nine. I love you a lot and happy birthday! Your presents are this story and the pictures of this story and one last present is that silly band up there. Have a good time being ten!
(pictures of “Me and Connor walking home”, “Me and Connor ice skating”, “Me and Connor staying at home together” and a silly band of a snow man attached to the upper right corner of the letter)
As a matter of fact, Emma has been creating cards, writing letters in Connor’s honor every day for the past week or so, but she had trouble saving them. Most of the creations were shuffled by mom into the recycle bin and only this last piece lived. They have been counting 6 days till Connor is 10, 5 days till Connor is 10, …, every night before bed. The comradeship is greatly strengthened by this milestone.
Yesterday morning Connor raised both fists up over his head and proudly announced “Double digits finally!”
and Emma cheered along “I am the only lucky one in the family who is single digit now!”
Good thing they all see the rosy side of the story J All I could think of is how come 10 years had gone by. Now only 8 years left before he packs up and leaves for college. 150cm tall, 95lbs and the shoe size bigger than mine, this is the boy who was believed to be a tiny baby well hidden in my tummy (nobody suspected during my job interview when I was 6 months pregnant with him), the toddler who always chose the shortest path to get the toy on the coffee table, the preschooler riding a 12” bike with training wheels, the kindergartener taller than everyone else in the class, the big brother who sets his own alarm, wakes up his little sister, feeds her breakfast and takes her to school every weekday.
Before my mind wandered further, the door bell rang. Connor’s friends and friends’ siblings trickled in for his 10 years birthday party.
The birthday party previledge: video game playing
Younger siblings who are lucky to be single digit
Instantly hooked, somebodys knows I love to read, the birthday gift, kindle.
Justin’s lucky day!
Father’s duty: light the 10 candles
Connor’s request: let’s all blow the candles togther!
Merry Christmas!
January 5, 2012 at 5:45 pm |
Congradulation to Yang Yang. Now I know what Colin’s birthday will be like in a year time
January 7, 2012 at 7:02 am |
What a lucky young mom, have a two-digit-old son while yourself still in the 30′s.
Emma’s letter is so touching, we should hire Emma to be Alex’s writing tutor:-)
Happy Birthday, Connor! You are my favorite 10-year-old boy.