Lucas turned four today.
His big day has been the object of much anticipation, and misinterpretation. Not yet grasping the concept of an anniversary, he’s been asking me if his birthday meant he was going to be “born again.” So I don’t know if he thought he was going to start his day as an infant or with some sort of religious conversion.
But whatever thoughts he had, they were pushed aside the moment we rolled the presents out. And like any smart lad, Lucas gravitated towards the toys that were powered by imagination.
That’s not to say he didn’t like the Shake n’ Go Raceway. It’s a neat toy. The cars are sturdy and are powered by being shaken. Once revved up, they zip around a wide track as an announcer “calls” the race. With three sons, I’ve purchased my share of race tracks. This one is the best I’ve seen for little kids.
I’ve never been the type of mother who cringes when her kids get dirty. It’s good for them, and they’re washable. It also makes for wonderfully candid photographs. Four-year-old boys playing in mud are oblivious to nearly everything else.
Sitting atop his dirt mound - which Larry and I have yet to bring ourselves to spread out - Lucas sang a little song about living in a “mud universe.” It made me a bit wistful. The universe of a four-year-old boy is indeed small. As he ages it will broaden, and with it will come responsibilities. But for now, it’s time to play.
Happy Birthday, Lucas.