Caleb turned four early this year. He was highly specific on what he wanted for his birthday celebration.
A small party (he made a small list of friends he wanted to invite).
Boys only (except for cousins).
A birthday cake with M&Ms all round with a superhero fighting a villian.
Yes, I managed to get that. I bought Singapore’s classic lana chocolate cake, added my own M&M toppings and after figurine-hunting in several shops, found perfect-sized Iron Man and Dr Doom figures for his cake at Holland Village.
His infactuation with a sweet little girl in his class in his first year at Nursery school last year lasted all of four months. Since then, it’s been superheroes, kungfu, ninjas, Transformers. Strictly boys stuff.
He continues to reserve his most trying moments for me (ie. the most crying, most whining, biggest battle of wills). But he also saves his greatest affection for me.
“I love you, Mummy!” He had been saying to me more than 10 times a day since the start of this year.
Couples it with a dozen hugs.
And plants tons of affectionate kisses on me from the moment he wakes up.
Just before he turned four, we were looking at my wedding photos together.
“Where I am?” he asked.
I explained that he wasn’t born yet. And that someday, he too would find someone he loves and get married too.
“Maybe I don’t want to get married,” he said coyly.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I love you. I want to stay with you!”
He had been home with me all week because of the flu and I was going to let him rest an extra day at home before returning to school. When I heard that, I packed him up and sent him back to school.
Although he seems to have started this year with extra huge doses of superglue attachment to me at home, I have been very pleasantly surprised at how well he has developed in pre-school over the past months.
When his class teacher tried to reach me twice on the 2nd week of school term this year, I wondered why. It turned out that she wanted to tell me how Caleb had been a reassuring presence in class, helping to settle in a few of his shy classmates.
Two of his classmates’ mums told me the same thing. That Caleb had helped their sons settle well into their new school year. A 3rd mum told me that she had bumped into him along the corridor and when she asked him how he was, he replied, “I am fine. Thank you.” She was very impressed.
He also shared about a girl in class who had done naughty things to him and several classmates at the start of the year. She had taken the shoe of C, a quiet girl, in class. “I am stronger than her,” Caleb told me. “So I pulled the shoe back and returned it to C.”
Super-sticky koala bear at home. Superhero Caleb in class. It’s looks like being Four is about being ridiculously cute and more!