Dear Child

You turned eight years old the other day (yes, I planned to do this ON his birthday, but you know how it goes.....) and I wanted to take the time now to capture the things you are doing, both good and bad. One will be a short list; care to guess which one? ; )

From the moment you could talk clearly you have made us laugh. Sometimes it is just you laughing that makes us laugh. It is probably one of the best laughs I have ever heard. Many people have started laughing hysterically after hearing it; Aunt Jean and Mom being the ones that jump to mind. You have such a great sense of humor. It always amazes me how easily you can laugh at yourself. What a wonderful trait to have, my son. Humor can make alot of things appear better than they are. The saying, "Laughter is the best medicine." is so true. The fact that you can look at a mistake you made, and instead of being embarrased, laugh about it, is a positive attribute. I hope that you never lose that.

When you were diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome it confirmed our decision to homeschool. We didn't want you picked on or teased; to be left behind or bored; or in trouble for doing things on your own timetable. It has been a wonderful experience, and we're so happy God led us in this direction. You simply excel at Math, and always have. I have started giving you 4th grade work and you have no problems with it. Occasionally I have to explain something to you, but once you get it you have it mastered. Reading is a different story. I struggled for a time with letting you go at your own pace. It's only just recently you've shown more of an interest. If I had to guess, you are probably a little behind in this area, but I'm sure you will make it up in time. Watching you sound out all the signs we pass makes me smile. Now I have to start paying attention to you when you try and read over my shoulder ; )

Your brother and you have been best friends since the time he could walk. It's been wonderful to see you guys play and have fun. Lately, it's been more frustrating as I watch everything become a competition. It's not so fun listening to you guys argue about who did what with whom. Your father tells me it will only get worse before it gets better. Wonderful. I grew up with only one brother, but a houseful of girls, so this sibling rivalry is new to me. Sure, my sisters and I fought, but it was usually over clothes or whose turn it was to empty the dishwasher; not whether or not it was a foul ball.

As for complaints, I really only have one: your smart-mouth. In fact, I'm ordering a book this week that will hopefully help me figure out how I play a part in your back talking. I know I do since I argue back when I shouldn't, so I'm going to put a stop to it. We will work it out, I know we will because I can tell you want to be a good kid.

Jeremy, you are a very sweet and loving little boy. I am most honored to be your mother. You were very much hoped and prayed for, and you have lived up to our expectations of parenthood. Watching you with your younger siblings, and seeing how patient you are with them, makes my heart swell. You are quick with a hug or a kiss and never shy away from my lovin'. I keep expecting that one day you will feel to old to hug and kiss me, especially in front of your friends, but so far you haven't. It doesn't even faze you when I grab you as you walk by and plant smooches all over your face. I so love that about you.

You are one very special boy, Remy! I hope your father and I always make that clear to you.