|self-portrait, Sam, age 8|
My little boy is a content child. While he is mischievous, LOUD, and rambunctious as they come, Sam is happy with so little. He owns only a handful of things: a bed, clothes, his beloved army soldiers, his magnatiles, and a few stuffed animals. That's pretty much it. But you know what? His freedom from attachment is a big part of his happiness. He wants me to have "tons more babies" (as he puts it) because he doesn't feel threatened that they will crowd him out or take over his belongings. Once again, I am reminded.
Become like little children.
As sensitive and thoughtful as Sam is, He can be quite silly too!
|Here he is in his dress shirt at Michie Tavern.|
|Sam with cousin Joshua|
No, he didn't want help from anyone, and "Don't come in Mom" ; a boy with a hammer, growing feet finding Daddy's big footsteps, crafting a wooden treasure in secret. The little nails didn't hit just right, and the wood wasn't just the way he wanted it, but he did it himself. A hewn cross made perfect with love.
Tommy wanted to give something to me, as well, so Sam made sure he included him in on the gift giving. When I thanked Sam for the present, he carefully reminded me, "It's from Tommy,too."
Sam, my darling, I will always love you, always cherish you, always care for you.
|The little note Sam included in my birthday jar (more on that tomorrow!)|