Lately, I’ve been soaking in this sweet, curious, hilarious season of life with Sam. There’s something magical about six — he’s still got that wide-eyed wonder, but also this budding independence that has me equal parts proud and sentimental.
One of the things I adore most about him is his natural charm. He can walk into a room and instantly make friends, whether it’s at the park, in the school drop-off line, or while “helping” me grocery shop (which mostly means adding cookies to the cart when he thinks I’m not looking). He thrives on connection and harmony, and he’s always looking for ways to make everyone feel included.
Our days right now are filled with a mix of adventures and little kid rituals. He’s in first grade, which has been such a fun new chapter. He loves art time (especially when glitter is involved), recess soccer games, and telling every detail of what his friends said at lunch. Afternoons often mean LEGO building marathons, practicing reading, and the occasional “dance party” in the living room when his favorite songs come on.
I’ve also been noticing just how thoughtful he is. Libras are known for their sense of fairness, and wow — this boy will negotiate snack trades with the diplomacy of a world leader. He’s also my little style critic, giving me input on outfits and telling me which ones “look fancy” or “match the vibe” (his actual words the other day — I can’t make this stuff up).
Parenting Sam is teaching me patience and balance in a way I didn’t expect. He reminds me to slow down, to listen more, and to find the beauty in small moments — like when we stop to admire how the clouds look “like marshmallows” on the way to school.
So here’s to this season: the scraped knees, the bedtime giggles, the endless questions about why things are the way they are. I’m holding onto all of it because seven is coming way too fast. 💙
