You are Eight – a eulogy to my son

2x2+4BadgeI dreamt last night of you.  A strange and slightly haunting dream that lingers longer than normal.

We thought we had lost you in a large, strange hotel.  On finding you, you had transformed into a baby.  I took you in my arms and cuddled you, my heart warming to the memory now being relived, of the treasure that you then were.  It sounds trite that word ‘treasure’.  Naff even.  But it is true.

Contentedness. That’s what you brought to my heart.  Unexpected contentedness.

Colic had blighted your sister, rendering her early days fretful, stressful.  I’d always wanted a girl, yet when you came along I realised how much a boy could fit like a jigsaw piece to his mother’s heart…

In the dream, your dad grabbed his then much-used camera and started taking shots. “To grab those moments that I didn’t realise would slip away so fast” he said.  That were shortened by the need to attend to the older one, I thought.  I grabbed them with my heart too…

Then I awoke.

And now you are Eight and no less of a treasure.

You were born easy-going, and easy-going you still are.  Life is simple, straightforward.  Football, any ball in fact, bike, pencils, books, sticks on our walks.  Minecraft and Lego.  Fifa on x-box if only we’d let you….

Though you seem serious to those who know you only a little, when at home you are often wonderfully silly, your laugh infectious.  Nothing is funnier than something involving toilets!  Your affinity to dogs has never surprised me.  Your loyalty and sense of fairness steadfast.  A good friend is someone like you.

You surprise us with your hilarious sayings, quirky detailed drawings, the marathon cycle rides, precocious flashes of wisdom and insight that catch our breath.  You fool us into thinking you’re older than your years as you reach for the last Harry Potter book in the series, showing us that there are many more ways to read a book than sitting upright on a chair…

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Yes you have strops and moods: your impulsiveness is challenging, your dislike of daily chores even more so.  But thankfully these are as short as they are strong.

Sensitivity you have too, so precious in a boy your age.  Something to be cherished.  We see it in your care for the mouse that the cat toys with and kills; in your sadness at hurtful words at school; for others who get hurt.

But now you are eight you are growing and morphing each day ever closer into a boy who no longer needs to be held so often, or so close.  Challenge, risk, stuff that scares is your score.  Fascinating to watch, so different from your sister, and one we don’t hinder.   But that jigsaw shape in my heart will always know that you’re my boy when I hold you in my arms.

Happy Birthday beloved son.
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16 thoughts on “You are Eight – a eulogy to my son

  1. What a stunning piece of writing for your boy. I love this so much – and so will he in years to come. One of the things I love about our blogs is that our children will see our memories of just how much we cherish them. Thank you for linking to Prose for Thought 🙂 x

  2. This is lovely. It’s made me realise that whilst I capture Miss T’s precious moments on the blog, I write very little in depth about J and D and I’m wondering whether I should. D is 8 too and has many of those qualities – Others say he is shy or serious and yet we get the giggly D at home. Ditto the sensitivity – when they learned about the second world war at school, he came home really affected by it and feeling a real sadness.

    Happy birthday 8 year old! x

    • Thanks R. Yes, i’ve only ever written about my daughter’s key birthday turning points, and thought I really wanted to write about S, hence this post. I hope he doesn’t mind it when he’s older and reads my blog….i thought about that when writing it. i can always delete it I suppose….Sx

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