The sign has remained taped to the entrance of his collection-laden boy cave ever since, serving as a caution to the rest of us who live in this house, and speaking volumes about the lively sense of humour and the mature self-awareness of the person who created it.
Today Will will need to make himself a new sign; he's turning eleven years old. The universe has been reminding me of his upcoming "golden" birthday (eleven on the eleventh) for awhile now, although at first I didn't recognize the connection. So often my eye has been drawn to a clock when the time has read exactly 11:11 in recent weeks, and even this morning, when the timer beeped to let me know Will's birthday doughnuts were ready to come out of the oven, four "ones" glowed brightly across the face of the stove clock. I'm taking this as a happy sign that the year ahead will somehow be a remarkable one for my youngest son, who grows more creative, thoughtful, entertaining, and wise and makes me prouder to be his mom with every passing day.
Being the parent of a self-proclaimed mischievous child can be exasperating at times, it's true. There is almost never a dull moment in our house.
Even so, I can't wait to see what escapades Will will dream up next, and what exciting places he will discover as a result.
A very happy 11th birthday to you, Will! I hope all of your birthday wishes come true. May you never lose your enthusiastic sense of adventure, and wherever you go, may you never be afraid to share the kind heart and wonderful mind that make you so special. Thanks for always making my life interesting (and I mean that in every good way).
With so much love,