The mind of a 7 year old boy is a weird and wonderful thing. It jumps and tumbles around all over the place. One minute you can be talking about small copyrighted plastic bricks. The next you will be talking about how cool it would be to be able to see farts. I did advise against this being a cool thing by the way.
The mind of our 7 year old boy is no different, it is a rapidly evolving landscape. Whirring away at a million miles an hour, always learning, asking, deciding and processing. But let’s be honest the average 7 year old boy would get lost picking his own nose.
This morning I had a humbling insight into the way our son’s mind works. We were sitting down having breakfast and he suddenly remember something, a drawing from school during the week and ran off to get it.
During the week his school had given the class an exercise where they had to write something they were thankful for and then draw it. For those that know Mr 7 it will come as no surprise that there was a picture of Blue Ted. For those that don’t – Blue Ted has been his favorite Teddy since the day he was born. His smell is second only in size to his personality.
Cautiously I asked ” What else are you thankful for?”, expecting the aforementioned small plastic bricks to be mentioned a lot.
I was wrong.
After a couple of spoonfuls of porridge and a rather awkward silence he came up with the following list.
“My friends at school”
“My best friend”
None of these were particularly out of the ordinary. Until.
“Your Mum and Dad for bringing you up to be a great Dad”
“GrandMa and Grandad for bringing up Mum and Uncle R and Uncle L to be great people”
I Just sat there and stared at my porridge taken slightly aback by the thought process and at the same time feeling immensely proud.
Being a parent is tough at the best of the times. For my wife and I, with us both having our medical battles it can be really tough. We both struggle with fatigue, pain and the day to day trials of having an illness, working and running a home.
It is an never ending battle to find the energy to play, to laugh, to teach and sometimes even to sit and read a book with him. And we only have the one child!
But all of the struggles are worth it when I can see we are helping to create a good, empathetic human and that is surely the primary objective of parenting.
If having MS is helping me to help Mr 7 grow up to become a good person then I can add it to my list of things to be thankful for.