”Mama, stop talking and pay attention to the fish.”
I think it was 10 years ago when we sent Mackenzy to his first two weeks of camp in the Eastern Townships. We were living in Bermuda at the time and a lot of people we knew sent their kids away to camp. At the time, I use to leave the island in the summer for two to four weeks to go back home and spend some time with family. I can’t remember what made me send him to camp but I did.
First it was two weeks. When I picked him up after his first summer, as soon as he got in the car he asked, ”next year can I go for a month?” Then it was 6 weeks and then the whole summer.
Since his birthday is June 27th, we haven’t been with Mackenzy on his birthday for the last 5 years (I think)…and every June 27th I feel VERY guilty that I am not there to celebrate his birthday and make him cake. Buddy, I mean, ”Mama could buy you a car guilty!” Okay maybe just a second hand car but still lots of guilt here.
That’s if Mackenzy cared about a car or such things. You see, for those who really don’t know Mackenzy, he couldn’t care less about such things. Mackenzy is happiest with a book or with his laptop playing some game or watching anime. Mackenzy is happiest with the friends that he has made at Wilvaken over the years. He doesn’t care about clothes, some days it’s hard to have him wear more than boxers, ask Sarah, she’s been living with him for the last couple months.
No, my boy is a simple man with simple needs. Wake up, Eat, Play, Repeat.
Buddy, I hope you are having a GREAT summer at the lake and just know that your Mama (am I sure Daddy too but he works and has to think about work too), will be thinking of you all day. I know you don’t like it when I post pictures of you on-line but hell, I’m your Mama, I brought you into this world, I can do whatever the FUCK I want on June 27th! So here goes…
He has always loved it at the beach.
He sort of played defense…always singing and laughing.
Tennis at the Pitch!
Too much birthday cake at 7.
9th Birthday in Bermuda.
Always exploring around the house.
His first piano playing. He used to LOVE hammering at it.
At Tobacco Bay in Bermuda, ”Daddy did you see the BIG fish”.
Yes, this is what we liked to do during a snowstorm in NH. Sit by the fire, outside.
Last month he let me take a picture with him. What a treat!
Mackenzy, Je t’aime. Bonne Fête et passe une super belle journée!