I have learned a few things over the course of this crazy parenthood thing and one of them is this: Eight is a pretty cool age to be.
Eight year olds can still wake up sleepy in the morning and look really cute and cozy. There are no new blemishes which have popped up during sleep, no odd odors radiating from their very beings, and the pajamas are really still quite cute. Being eight means 'bed head' is adorable and crawling into a parent's lap is perfectly natural.
When one is eight, the world tends to begin at point Me and venture in really curvy, curly-q lines from that point ending at point Me. It's not a direct route but it's a pretty reliable route. It's steady - because at 8 one has mastered the whole balance thing - but it's interesting. Eight can focus on eight because, really, in the end it's all about 8. And that's okay. At 8.
The fabulous thing about eight is the fact that birthdays are still exciting and meant to be counted down starting at, oh, 92 days before birthday. And everyone else should be counting right along for, apart from Christmas and any day involving no school, Eight's birthday is about the most thrilling, fantabulous, celebratory day there is. 8 still can't wait to be 9 and 8's mommy is generally okay with that because 9 is still a single digit. But 9 is no eight.
Of course there are downsides to 8 as there are with 1 through seven. Eight is no three - no longer the epitome of cuteness to the public at large. And 8 is no 1 - being held by anyone lucky enough to steal a quick cuddle. Eight involves some maintenance for no one will brush 8's teeth or bathe 8 in a kitchen sink. And sometimes Eight must do school work which seems entirely too far removed from point Me. Eight also means extra chores....though truth be told 8 can still smile or pout out of some work that 13 and Ten cannot avoid. (Eight works really well when 8 is the baby....)
And 8 can turn any situation into an adventure. A basement with water is an indoor puddle, a dog with muddy paws is fun with a garden hose, any trip becomes vacation, a funeral home is free (mint) candy, and the Dentist is a fun adult who hands out free stuff.
Oh to be 8...even just for an hour or so.
(this little thing is here because I'm testing something......)