A few weeks ago a flyer came home in Super Son's backpack for a Creative Dramatics workshop at the high school around the corner. I described it to him as a chance to pretend with other kids who liked to pretend too. Super Son decided that he wanted to go as long as "pretending" involved getting to be an Army man too. He was with the group that called themselves the "Jolly Ninjas" and they even had a cheer that involved saying Hie-yah! When I picked him up he informed me that it wasn't just fun, but "A Blast". He told tales of a shadow forest, riding a dolphin after exiting his submarine and of course being an Army man. I asked him if he liked it more than baseball (which was his most recent extra curricular love). "Oh yeah Mom, lots more than baseball"
I try not to find too much meaning in the various things he gets interested in. Mostly because it seems to change from week to week, but I can't help myself from wondering what life will bring my beautiful bright eyed boy and where his path will take him.
I love that he is happy more than anything.