There's a game that we like to play together called "Scavenger Hunt." It's really good for when I'm feeding Claire or trying to keep your mind off of getting into trouble. It's pretty simple: I call out a shape or color or letter and you have to go put your finger on an object that matches my description. For instance, I'll say "go find an orange triangle" and you'll run all over the place looking for the puzzle piece or block that is both orange and has three sides.
The best part of this game is that every time I give you a challenge you respond immediately with, "Oh, that's easy." And then you run off to find it.
Oh, that's easy.
There are so many things that come easy to you. You're smart, strong and capable. There are things, however, that don't come as easily. Like . . . sitting still. And obeying. And not hitting. There are moments when I see teeny glimmers of hope. There are times when I ask you to do something and you respond with "Okay, mom." Or I ask you to NOT do something and you say, "Alright." These moments don't come along very often, but I treasure each one. And someday, these moments will come easily, too.
One of my favorite things to watch is how well you play with Claire. She LOVES you and she looks as if she won the lottery each time you walk into the room. You sometimes play a little too rough, and I have to step in, but she doesn't really seem to mind. I walked into the room yesterday and you were sitting on the chair and she was sitting on the floor below you. You were gently popping her in the head with the sole of your foot, just enough to make her rock back a little. She laughed each time you did it and the game persisted for about 10 minutes. It was so funny to watch. You two have a very special relationship.
You have a fun relationship with Jack, too. You look up to your big brother and get upset when he doesn't let you play with him or doesn't acknowledge what you have to contribute. When you're getting along, though, you two invent games and stories that entertain your dad and I to no end. Together, you invented a game this week called "Come and get me whoopsie." One of you yells "come and get me" and the other runs after him. Then the caller jumps out of the way and yells "whoopsie" as the runner flings onto the bed. So, so funny.
I love you so much, Ben. I love your honesty and your playfulness. I love how you take care of your sister and how much you admire your brother. I love it that when I ask for help, you jump at the chance.
There are some things about being your mom that are difficult, but loving you is not one of them. Loving you is easy.