“You have to share the mommy.”
What’s a Mama to do with such a line except publish it? This is what Dylan said on Sunday night when he, Riley and I sat on the couch after their bath. The boys were fighting for my attention when Dylan said, “You have to share the mommy.” It made me giggle (and immediately want to update my Facebook status). It made Dylan and Riley giggle, too. I think Riley laughed because Dylan and I did, but Dylan laughed because he knew he said something clever.
I’ve heard that five is a transformative year for kids. Dylan is at the cusp, and I can already see big changes. He’s becoming a little person who understands nuance (a little bit), knows how to tell a joke and doesn’t mind letting his brother win every once in a while because it’s okay to not always win. He says please and thank you a lot more often than he used to, he brushes his teeth without afight, and he actually cleans up his toys…sometimes. Yesterday, Dylan and I shared a good laugh when Riley told us about “mad boys” and “mean little guys” at school, and last night, Dylan shared a bowl of pretzel sticks with me.
Do these grown-up gestures mean he’ll soon get himself up on Saturday mornings and toast his own waffle? And change his brother’s poopy morning diaper, or better yet, potty train him for me? I suppose I shouldn’t rush him. Before I know it he’ll be riding his bike to school by himself, playing in his room with the door closed, and asking for a ride to the mall, and I’ll have to stop to catch my breath.
In any case, a blog reader reminded me that since today is Dylan’s fifth birthday, I have to update the “About Me” section on my blog:
I’m a stay at home mom of two beautiful boys, Dylan (5!) and Riley (2). Motherhood agrees with me. In fact, it’s one of the few things I’ve done in my life of which I’m absolutely certain. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else except home raising my boys, but like the little bunny in Margaret Wise Brown’s classic book, I sometimes want to run away.
Happy 5th birthday, Dylan. Have a carrot.