Luke

Luke is a sensitive kid.

When I pick him up from school, I always ask about his day. Yesterday, I knew another kid sent cupcakes to school, so when I asked him about the favorite part of his day, I was sure he would say cupcakes. Wrong. The favorite part of Luke's day was that his friend Owen didn't push him down. I've seen Luke and Owen play. I don't think Owen was trying to push him down as much as he was trying catch Luke and give him a hug.

Luke is fun and outgoing and friends with everyone in his pre-school class. I can't tell you how many mothers have come up to me and told me their daughter plans on marrying Luke someday. Most of the boys think Luke is their best friend.

Despite that, I forget how sensitive he is and how easily he gets his feelings hurt. If someone calls him a name or pushes him, Luke will dwell on it for weeks. It's also not uncommon for him to come home and tell me that he's not friends with someone anymore because they hurt his feelings.

He also needs lots and lots of hugs. Every morning, we spend at least 15 minutes snuggling. I have to admit, I don't mind snuggling. I know those days are limited and I'm trying to soak them up while they last. He also likes to give compliments, like telling me I'm beautiful or that Merk is a good daddy.

I often think about what kind of man he will become. Will his sensitive nature help him or hurt him? Will it make him a good father and husband? I hope so. I can't wait to see. Watching him grow up so far has been a privilege for me. I'm really enjoying this journey.


-Saying of the week-
Yesterday, Max and Luke were playing with play-doh, and I noticed Max had some play-doh in his mouth. I told him not to eat play-doh, only weird kids eat play-doh. Luke heard me and said, "Mom, Max is a little weird." I'm in so much trouble.