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Big Mac is our five year old son Kieran. He brewed inside of me for 42 and a half weeks and made his appearance in the dead of winter, two months to the day after my husband and I celebrated our one year wedding anniversay. This amazing boy made me alive, though. Becoming a mother was my lifelong dream, and Big Mac made that a reality.
Our big boy is in Kindergarten this year. We are teaching him at home. In many ways a typical firstborn, Big Mac is a wonderful mix of rule following leader and compassionate, sensitive nurturer. He gets a thrill from learning, can write and is learning to read. I often find him making math worksheets for himself and then (correctly!) completing them. Right now, he asks for me to read the Encyclopedia Brown books we found at a garage sale this summer all the time.
Since being a newborn, our 5 year old has never required much sleep. It was torture for me back then, but now I love it. He stays awake late with us some nights, building or eating snacks or listening to books on CD with us. Other days, he wakes up at the crack of dawn before his siblings, and comes to snuggle in our bed with us. My husband and I are so proud of our very responsible son. Big Mac is so trustworthy. He has a very sensitive heart for people who are poor or don’t know Jesus.
I never knew a young boy could be so intuitive or observant. He has a fabulous memory, too. He is always coming up with clever solutions for things and asking deep questions. Not an hour goes by when Big Mac isn’t coming up with ideas and then carrying them out Making bug traps out of plastic bowls and rubber bands, leaving me masking tape directional markers in the house so I “can find him,” turning our living room into a functional library complete with book drop, creating choreographed dance routines to Go Fish songs and making endless inventions.
Big Mac won’t touch most traditional food and hates casseroles and mixed meals. He hates corn dogs and cheeseburgers, won’t eat chicken nuggets or soup. He even shuns pizza! His ideal intake would (and usually does) consist of Shredded Wheat ‘n Bran, blueberries by the pint, carrots and hummus, corn, footlong (seriously) Subway sandwiches, tacos, yogurt and strawberries.
God couldn’t have given our family a better first son. He has endless patience with his siblings that is pretty unbelievable. He is the least aggressive person I know and loves his long hair. He marches to the beat of his own drummer, not concerned with the socially acceptable way to do things. He can make breakfast or lunch for his siblings if I ask. He loves to ride his two wheeled bike, work in the garage with Daddy and go ice fishing. Big Mac is a beautiful person, inside and out and we all love him so much.
