Regan Maui turned 6 today. Only a few months ago, we were supposed to call him Arlo, after his favorite dinosaur…but now, it’s Maui- a very loud and crazy character from his newly discovered favorite movie- Moana. When I look at Regan, I’m just in awe of how much LIFE he brings to this world, to our family especially. He freely gives kisses and encouragement and laughter, yet also doles out plenty of tears and righteous indignation (which I don’t know if that’s the word I’m looking for but, oh well). He is seriously the life of the party, the life in every. single. day. He wakes up before everyone else, always. There is a twinkle in his eye so often, I just can’t help but stare at him…so in awe that this beautiful boy is my son.
This week he started kindergarten and a form came home that I was supposed to fill out for his teacher to better understand him. My favorite question to answer was the one that started with ‘my child is good at:’ because I figured I should write something academic, but I didn’t. I wrote that he is good at smiling, encouraging, loudness, sweetness, dancing and singing, imagining…that he protects, he listens, he’s kind. I would have kept going, but the blank space came to end. This boy is sooo special.
In the spring, when he’d transferred preschools after we moved to California, one of his new teachers raved about him. She couldn’t believe how thoughtful he had been that day- when his little friend had gotten hurt- he wouldn’t leave her side and kept comforting her. His teacher said that this is the same girl he often protects against the bigger boys in class, by literally standing between and telling them to stop. I’ve seen him plenty of times be this way with his little sister, but it melted my heart to hear that it was bigger than that- it’s a part of who God has made him, inside and outside of our home.
I love how God has made Regan so hilarious, even when he doesn’t mean to be. I love the way he bounces around…carrying his latest toy obsession or ripped paper that has been taped together to represent his latest toy obsession. I love the way he gets so excited about food- specifically any kind of protein- bacon, eggs, chicken…not sure why i felt the need to list out protein. Moving on…we were practicing his letters a few weeks ago, a little refresh before school started and he was struggling with the letter “e”. He’s so dramatic in his struggles that after not completing the letter many times he sobbed ‘i’m never gonna be a good ‘e’ maker’. I die. He hates to fail, but he’s slowly figuring out that it’s all a process. He hates to wait. In fact, yet again this summer we changed his birthday…he got to celebrate a full month early. We’re not helping- ha!
His dancing skills make me cry laughing and he loves to be seen. He loves all theatrics and bold declarations. This is the best day ever, this is the cutest little ice cream ever, this is the worst day ever, this is the most amazing thing in the world… I love him. He still snores like a sailor, sports a gray tooth right up front…loves Reeses peanut butter cups and would do anything for a prize. He really wants to see Jesus and I’m guessing he won’t stop asking until it happens.
Passionate is such a good word that encompasses my son. He’s passionate about people and snacks, Jesus and movies, fairness and not doing things he doesn’t want to do. Regan Ocean literally means: a royal force…and quite literally that is exactly who he is. Obviously he’s still working out the kinks, (aren’t we all?) but I can’t wait to see what he does in life with all this passion God has given him. He truly is one. of. a. kind. It is one of my greatest joys to be his mom.
Happy birthday my dearest Regan…am I ever glad God gave us you!! You’re the BEST!