Five years ago, David and I were drafting a “Dear Birth Mother” letter thanking potential birth moms for considering our family. We expressed our commitment to provide the child a loving home and the opportunities necessary to let him follow his dreams whether those dreams include shooting hoops, painting portraits or building castles. So when our youngest son (I’ll call him Bruiser) became obsessed with Lego, we were excited to encourage him.
His 2010 holiday gift list included a Lego storage bin, Lego travel box, Bionicles, Heros, Star War Legos, City Legos, Lego cars, Lego robots…….do you see a trend? Each night of Chanukah, Bruiser received a Lego set and insisted on putting it together. These building sessions typically lasted two hours or more yet our son could help no longer than an hour before his eyes would begin to droop. However, his stubborn conviction to get the Lego vehicle, robot or city done has never waned. Between yawns, he would give me encouragement (or orders—you decide how you want to think about it) to carry on and finish the Lego set.
The eight days of Chanukah have come and gone…… all the hard work of putting together $30, $40 and $50 Lego sets is done for now. The awesome creations lie in disarray. The Star Wars men are missing legs, the fire truck stands without its ladder, the castle is without turrets, the dragon lacks wings, robots are now headless, and race cars have no wheels.
Regardless, every morning our son, with a grin from ear to ear, grabs his Lego bin, fills it with every Lego brick, wheel, and accessory that he has and carries it down a long flight of stairs. He spends three or more hours each day putting together and taking apart vehicles, monsters, and buildings. At night, he gathers up all the pieces from the den, puts them in the Lego bucket and drags them upstairs. The cycle continues day after day.
Dear Birth Mother….our youngest son is being given every opportunity to follow his interests. He is a talented architect, engineer, and builder but most importantly, he is a wonderful son.
Adrienne is a recently unemployed (correction-not so recent) mom of a pre-teen son (JJ) who has aspirations of owning a sports company, a set of boy/girl toddler twins—one (Bruiser) with a compulsion to build and hoard, and the other (Princess) a diva in training, a Havanese (cute, fluffy dog) velcro-ed to my ankle and a wonderful husband, David, who keeps the family happy and wife sane!