15 May 2012

Seven

When you are seven you like nothing better than making things on your mother's sewing machine. Tiny little bags and pillows and jackets for your tiny little toys.

When you are seven you are sensing the world around you and it is interesting, but home is where you love to be.

When you are seven you are passionate in your hugs and kisses and your fury and rage.

When you are seven you really don't like to get ready in the morning.

When you are seven you are on the the brink of figuring out the power of 'I don't care'.

When you are seven you are a constant amazement to adults but kids seem to take you right in their stride.

When you are seven you are beginning to make your own friends.

When you are seven you are thinking and creating and questioning and reading and drawing all the time, even when you should be putting your shoes on.

When you are seven you like to explain things in exacting detail but you can also sum up an entire day with a shrug.

When you are seven your mother has to remind herself that you are still a little kid, really, despite occasional channeling of wise old sage.

When you are seven you are so unselfconscious, silly, wise, funny, kind, stubborn, extreme, loud, messy and individual that the future cannot help but be exciting.  Happy seventh birthday darling Noshi.


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