An Ollie Tale
Where to begin? Ah, yes. Concerning Ollie...
Ollie's are happy, jolly and love to eat. You prefer to be held, comfortable and cozy, rather than run off and have adventures.
Thus making you a hobbit of sorts...
Babe, you are SEVEN. Even writing that it feels just so wrong. You’re so old and yet still so little.
We are just starting to come out of quarantine a little and the pandemic is ever changing our world. In big and small ways. Your hair is SO LONG and beautiful and falls in large barrel curl ringlets. You get like so over us always complimenting you on it. Hair flip.
You’ve got one week of school left and you couldn’t be more over first grade. You’re so far beyond grade level it’s a little scary. You just got into hi-cap classes and tested at the top of all the scores. Duh, little genius baby.
I mean, yes sometimes we use our genius powers for evil. You are mad clever, and you know it. But that’s ok. You have a sweet and kind heart coupled with your really powerful brain.
We just left a period of intense learning with Felix. And then you were all, “Hold my Capri sun.” Because now it seems to be your turn. We are learning so much about feelings and frustration and growing up. You’re experiencing Felix grow up and not always wanting to play with you. You are realizing you’re your own person and you have your own interests. You really don’t like it when you don’t get what you want and you find it difficult to use your words.
You’re still decadent as hell. You have a laundry list of all the things you want for your birthday. All the kinds of M&M’s, make your own cupcakes, Popeye’s, bubble machine, new candy you’ve never tried, birthday pie, all the candy you want, staying up late, the list goes on. You’re like an Italian royal during their wedding week.
You still give zero fucks, man. You tell it how it is. Honest and funny and true and in that tiny adorable voice that gets SO serious if we're talking about Minecraft, Dragon City or Weird, But True.
You especially love to creat your own version of things. Your own characters your own dragons your own worlds. You are constantly creating and I cannot get enough of that imagination.
I love how I can hear you wherever you are just singing a bit of a song to yourself while you do whatever it is you’re doing. Same, babe.
You are one of the most mature people I know. You get so sick of other people and their crap. You love to mute your class when it’s too much. You run away at parties when it’s too loud. You’re a gentle and kind and wise old soul who just sees things other people don’t.
I can't wait to see what adventures we all get into in the years to come. Complete with second breakfast, elevensies and the other four meals when we can get them.
It's been an incredible year, one of the best and most surprising and harder of my life. I'd do the parts with you all over in a heartbeat, there and back again, for sure. Thanks for choosing me to be your mom.
All my love,
Your mama
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