Snooks

My Charlie. What can I really say?
Charlie has a very non-serious, non life-threatening infection that will necessitate surgery for removal. He is healthy otherwise and this little blip is just a mere drop in the bucket of things to worry about. Yet I do- because I'm Mom.

Over the past weeks we have been dealing with a host of unpleasant remedies in hopes of curing this infection. He hasn't once complained. Not once. He has handled this as he approaches everything in his life; with a happy go lucky charm and a joyful spirit. This dude just really amazes me.
As much as I would love to, I can't take credit for this. These, while qualities that I wished I possessed, are quite foreign to me. Sometimes children are who they are despite their parents, not because of.
Charlie is going to be himself regardless of what others think or how others believe he should be. It is simply not within his power to be, well, un-Charlie-like. He is who he is and he couldn't be happier.
Sometimes during a soccer game, I would look over and see my little guy performing what looked like a Madonnaesque vogue in the field. He did not seek to entertain the masses or be noticed, my boy just wanted to vogue! I would (perhaps impatiently) yell to Charlie to stop dancing and pay attention. He would flash me a smile and stop, seemingly unaware that moments before he was giving the performance of a lifetime.
When Tucker and I were choosing a name for our first born son, my major requirement was a name that sounded friendly. Charlie. Charlie. It's hard to imagine not saying it with a smile on your face. (although the name surely took a hit by Charles Manson, but what are ya gonna do?) Charlie certainly lives up to the name. He is every one's friend. It would not even dawn on him to not like someone. That's just how he is. My prayer is that his 7 year old attitude lasts a lifetime in his heart