This child. The one who laughs so often and worries so much. Yesterday, he went 1-3 at his wrestling tournament. There were more tears than laughs. But those are learning lessons. And while he doesn't like to talk about it, he does usually come back with a fire in his belly the following week.
This is the same child who, this morning, declared he thought he had a wiggly tooth. Who 5 minutes later, was throwing something out in the garbage... his tooth.
I don't always do so well at being his mom. Thank goodness he seems to be figuring this whole life thing out as we go.