Tomorrow Spike turns 7 years old! I just can’t wrap my mind around that fact. My baby is going to be 7 tomorrow. He really isn’t a baby any more though. I am going to have to face it. Here are 7 big things about my big boy, Spike.
1. He can ride his bike like a big boy now. He finally learned to ride his bike without training wheels this week. His daddy has been after him for this past year to take off the training wheels, but Spike wasn’t ready. Wednesday morning he asked to play outside. I told him that he could ride his bikes with Junebug. He went outside and came right back in to ask if I would help him learn to ride without training wheels. I told him I would and was surprised to find that he had already taken the wheels off by himself. He asked me to steady the bike while he got started, and he just started riding. He practiced until it got too hot (which didn’t take long) and would take a break. After a little practice, he got the hang of getting the bike rolling himself and that was it. He just needs to practice turning and braking, and he’ll soon be keeping up with his sister.
2. He is a big help to his daddy. It doesn’t matter what his daddy is working on, Spike wants to be right there with him helping however he can. Even if all he can do is watch what is going on, he will be right there taking everything in, learning all he can. He is learning to be a man. He is learning about fixing cars, making home repairs, planting a garden, and running a business. More importantly,he is learning to be a man who takes care of his family, who takes pride in his work, who serves others with gladness.
3. He is a big help to me. Back when he only two, he wanted to help with my chores. I started by letting him empty the dryer. Back then he would climb inside the dryer to get out all of the clothes. He is always asking for bigger more important jobs to do. He doesn’t always like the jobs I give him, but he usually does them well. He loves it when I give him a new job that feels important. I love his willingness to help.
4. He talks big. People have said of both of my children that they sound grown-up when they talk. Spike has a way of talking to people of all ages. He can carry on a conversation with just about anyone. He does sometimes seem to lower his voice when he talks to certain people, especially if he wants to sound like he knows what he is talking about. He likes to talk about the Gators and joke with the men at church who root for the Seminoles.
5. He plays big. Even though he only has an older sister who is very girly and does not like to play rough, Spike has not let that stop him from being the tough guy. When he fell off of his bike a couple of times, he didn’t quit. He got back up and tried again. He can hold his own when another rough and tumble boy comes around to play. While it isn’t easy for this mom to watch her boy wrestling in the floor, I realize that it is good for him to play in this way.
6. He thinks big. Spike is my thinker. He thinks about so many things and tells me what he thinks. He asks hard questions. He tries to figure things out for himself (which sometimes gets him into trouble). He is a bit of a schemer at times, but is usually honest about it. He thinks about God and talks about him.
7. He has a big heart. I’ve said it before. There is nothing like the love of a boy for his mother. There is something special about the way Spike loves. He can melt my heart faster than anyone. He still likes to sit in my lap and let me hold him. He knows if I haven’t hugged him enough in a day and tells me so. He keeps me in line and reminds me of what my priorities should and should not be.
I am so thankful for Spike. He is a wonderful blessing from God to our family.
For his birthday, he requested a party at Mega’s (my mother’s) house. He asked for spaghetti for dinner with cake and ice cream.
He has really gotten into gardening this year and wanted a garden cake. I envisioned a cake with green icing and candy flowers or at least vegetables and fruits made from candy.
That is not quite what he had in mind. He wanted something more down to earth. He wanted a cake that looked like worms were crawling out of the dirt. Since it was what he wanted, and it sounded easier than my version of a garden cake, I followed his wishes. Here it is.
I forgot to put crushed oreos on top of the icing before I started putting the worms on the cake so it looks like mud, not dirt. It is lopsided and has some major cracks in the top from putting the worms in, but he seemed pleased with it. That is all that matters, right?