

This post is going to be about my middle child; I call him my Secret boy. You know about the "middle child syndrome?" Well, my mother is a huge fan (sorry mom) of the syndrome. She feels herself to be a product of it, even though her younger sister is 8 years younger than she is, I mean that's like being in another family, right? (I'm really sorry Mom). Anyway, when I was pregnant with my wild child, Brenna, my mom used to say if Brenna were a boy, she would really hold a special place for Noah in her heart. I know she does..hold Noah in her heart. The whole point of this is that I think NOah's personality "helps" create that middle child syndrome in our family. He has always been my quiet one. Tobin talks a lot and Brenna moves a lot. Noah floats under the radar. In some ways he isn't that high maintenance; he can easily entertain himself. In fact, I would venture that if you were to look back at my posts, he would be the one least written about.
Noah's reality comes to me often times through moms who have been at the school volunteering. I hate the question, "Did Noah tell you what happened today at school?" In my heart, I quickly have this great conversation with Noah, where he has told me everything. I am his confidante. He shares his fears, hopes and dreams. And then in an instant, I'm brought back, to say, "No, he didn't tell me. Why? What hapened?"
Today was no different!!! When they walked in the door, I asked Noah how his day was. "Fine, he replied." Any further attempt to talk to him landed on deaf ears. He was much more interested in his snack and his time to play. Fast forward to swim team practice, time I get to connect with Moms in the neighborhood. And one of the first questions was....you guessed it..."Did Noah tell you what happened today?"
So, what happened...they had a 4th grade picnic today where they were going to eat lunch and have a water balloon fight. My two friends were in charge of this and had asked last week for parents to volunteer to fill the ballooons. All of the 4th grade was so excited. Until today....a parent called to say, she didn't want her child to get wet and didn't think they should do the water balloons.
Ok, seriously, what 4th grader wouldn't want to get wet?? So, our principal made the decision to cancel that part of the picnic. Because of one child, 99 other ones didn't get to have their fun, water balloon party!! Why couldn't the principal have said, "I will make a note to have your child's teacher pull your child aside during the balloon toss. Thanks." But, no, he had to give in and say, "ok, no water balloon toss." Our 4th graders were devastated. They wanted the water balloon games!!!
But, do you think Noah told me any of this? This not a one time incident, but rather a pattern. The one thing I think is that what Noah doesn't say in words, he says in his cuddles. He is absolutely the cuddliest child I know. Tonight, when I was putting him in bed he needed to go brush his teeth, but before he headed to the bathroom, he headed to me for a hug. He leaned in soooo tight and said, "I don't ever want to leave this spot." I mean at that moment, my heart exploded.
Maybe I don't need both.