This week, my son is “Superhero of the Week” in the Superville (this sounds cooler in French) that is his Grade Three homeroom. His teacher has asked me to send pictures for the bulletin board this week and he also gets his turn now for some the special privileges that go with this honour. Along with all this, I was asked to provide a write-up – a “get to know my kid a little better” story – that she will read aloud to his classmates one day.
I don’t write about my kids much anymore. It was starting to feel uncomfortable as they got older. I am more aware of their privacy and their separateness as individuals now that they’re a bit older and they, in turn, are more aware of these things themselves. Both my kids are more prone, also, to embarrassment now. And so – in writing this – I field tested it on my eight-year old son before handing it over to his teacher. He laughed, and cried (me too). We hugged. It was a really nice ending for a day marked by flaring tempers.
So I guess it passes, and it’s okay to share. Here it is. For posterity, right?
And now I’m off to write one for his sister. She doesn’t need one for school this year, but she’s decided she wants one anyway…
Author’s note: As usual (and as throughout this blog), I have not used my son’s given name. He therefore appears by his customary pseudonym, Boo (or Booba).
Boo – Super Kid
I first met Boo at 8:35 PM on the evening of Tuesday, April 1, 2008. Although it was the first face-to-face meeting it felt like I already knew him well. After all, I’d spent the last 8 months chatting away to him as he cooked in my pregnant belly.
Still he was a surprising sight. Boo had a full head of curly brown hair – each curl tipped with gold. He looked like he’d been to the beauty salon! He looked like an 80’s popstar. His entire babydom was spent with me fielding comments as to why I had coloured my baby’s hair. I guess being born on April Fool’s Day, Booba had come with a sense of humour factory-installed.
To help me talk about Boo, I made a list of things he is:
So the first “thing he is” is this: Boo is brave. For one thing, he knew what he was getting into being born since he’d had a steady commentary about the outside world coming from me since even before he’d grown ears! And yet he decided to show up anyway.
For another thing, he almost died the day he was born. When they finally got Boo out of me, the first thing that they did was resuscitate him. Even still, when they handed him to me I said, “THERE you are!” and his little blue eyes opened WIDE. I think he was like, “At last! Someone I KNOW!”.
Boo continued to prove his bravery and he tested the world he’d become part of. He ate handfuls of dirt, kissed worms, and knocked out a brand spanking new tooth at McKellar Park. In typical Booba fashion, he wouldn’t ice it or let me give him Tylenol. He toughed it out. He’s one tough kid!
What else should I tell you? Oh! Boo is TALENTED. Booba is quite creative. He’s been a talented visual artist from age 4 and we have several of his works on permanent display at home. We had this book called Busy Little Artist when he was quite small. I always thought this title described him really well; he was my “Busy Little Artist.”
He’s a crazy storyteller, and most of my days end in bed with him telling me one of his “pretends” until we both fall asleep. Together we have been snakes, raptors, sabretooth tigers, aliens, pirates and more. Often he makes me young again and I am a little girl.
He’s a great singer/songwriter. He loves being in the choir with Miss L_.
Boo is an excellent swimmer, kayaker, canoeist, and adventurer. He’s been to Newfoundland and Manitoulin Island. He’s braved the Maid of the Mist at Niagara Falls. He’s spent 10 days wilderness camping on a canoe trip in Temagami (in Northern Ontario). He’s swam and paddled in the huge waves of Lake Huron. I have used his interpretative skills with cabbies in Montreal. He’s a great (and eager!) traveling companion.
Boo has many and varied interests and is definitely what they call a “Renaissance Man”. He loves HISTORY, especially Ancient Civilizations (the Romans, Egyptians, Incas, and Aztecs), Dinosaurs, Pirates, Vikings, and tales of how the First Nations’ peoples lived before the white man came.
He loves making art, telling stories, making his own videos , riding his bike around the neighbourhood, or trying something new, like rollerblading.
He loves Sci Fi and even watches his parents’ crazy shows with them. Shows like Star Trek and Doctor Who. We binge-watched “Stranger Things” together in two days.
He is philosophical and interested in theology (which makes sense coming from a background of United Church ministers and other clergy).
Boo is a great architect. He loves to make fabulous buildings in MInecraft and can be obsessive about symmetry and proportion. Sometimes we just go for a walk in the beautiful worlds that he has created. He helps my characters use ladders.
MATH is Booba’s favourite subject. He likes reading and homework, but doesn’t know that I know this (so shhh!).
Boo is kind and compassionate. He is empathetic with animals and is a big help taking care of our family’s pets, particularly our guinea pig, Melvin.
Booba has always been philosophical and wise beyond his years, as well as – at times – hysterically funny. One of his best qualities is his sense of humour. I keep a log of some of the funny things Boo has said to me through the years. Things like “I love you SO much, now that you’ve agreed with me…”, “You smell like free cookies” (this right after I stepped out of the shower), and the classic “Mumma’s on a high propane [instead of protein] diet.” One more: I called it Lake Huron. He corrected me. “It’s Lake URINE now. They changed it after Lou Lou and I were in it.”
Boo often has really great insights into people’s character, or films that we saw. I love hearing what he thinks about things.
Most of all, Boo is my best friend. He knows when I really need someone to take care of me and knows he is the best one to do it. He knows I love him more than anybody else in the world and I know that he’s the person in this world who loves ME the most. Everybody needs a person like that in their life and I’m so thankful that Booba is mine.
One last thing that Boo is is GROWING UP FAST. While that’s bittersweet for a Mom and leaves me feeling sort of happy/sad, it’s mostly AMAZING TO WATCH. I’m SO PROUD of the young man he is becoming.