There is a constant tampering with the vacuume at my house so it was no surprise when i went to vacuume the upstairs of my house and i realized that the middle tube was missing, making it the perfect height for my 3 year old to use. i called downstairs for my 9 year old to find the missing piece & bring it up to me...
Moments later, he burst through the door shouting triumphantly, "Ta-DAAAAAA!!"
He swung his trophy in a glorious arc and made a huge gash in the wall of our room that Neil had just finished freshly painting after 5 years of abuse... (the walls were abused, not Neil... :)
We both stood in shocked silence for a minute and then he smiled at me with his teeth-too-big-for-his-face 9 year old smile, "Sorry mom!"
He was still swinging the tube in his hands and i was watching it warily, "k, bud. Put that down before someone gets hurt."
He tossed it into the hallway & leapt all gangly away. He took the entire stairwell in 2 leaps humming haphazardly to himself...
Nine is all gawky & strange - partly grown up with rarely washed hair and teeth that forget to be brushed. Nine still cries in frustration sometimes, but is learning to listen to reason. Nine is cheerfully genuine, forgetful and clumsy. It is the absentminded professor, with good intentions and questions borne of deep thought...
Nine doesn't realize how far his arms will fling when he spreads them wide, hoping to please his mama by meeting her present pressing need.
Nine is heartbreakingly brief - and sweet and funny - and worthy of the flair of a little captivating entrance.
So don't cry to me, yellow walls - your fresh coats will come & go - but my son will soon turn ten... and i'm too busy loving nine.