When my son was 5 or 6, he started having tummy aches every night, for about a week. I kept asking him questions to try and find out what he may have eaten, and kept close tabs on his bm’s…and finally, on the 7th night he started to cry. He said he wasn’t going to be able to sleep. He said he hadn’t slept all week because when he was at a birthday party a week ago, he’d accidentally broken one of the birthday boy’s new toy guns, and instead of telling someone, he’d asked his dad to take him home. It was maybe the first thing he’d ever done that wasn’t completely honest, and it tore him up. Literally. He’s still never been able to lie (he’ll be 10 in September), he’s still got an old soul, he’s still unbelievably sensitive and kind (Mom? I’m just going to go to bed and think about how much I love you, for a long, long time.) and intuitive and empathetic. And I still worry about him because of all of that.

He sounds an awful lot like your son. He also gravitated to little girls at that age; he has more male friends now. I think it’s just the age. Who knows?

Your son sounds sweet. :)

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.