He is the child that taught me that parenthood is pretty much just the luck of the draw. I had been trying to parent Lizzy for two years and she was… challenging. I know she is all calm and non-Satanic looking now, but if you had seen her as a toddler. My goodness. She was something else.
Some of my siblings have had kids recently, and some of my nephews are a little spirited as well. I commented once to my brother that his son reminded me of Lizzy as a two year old, and he looked like he wanted to punch me in the face. “He’s not THAT bad!” –For reals. You guys who know her don’t believe me, but she was a firecracker. And I thought that I was some kind of a crappy mom because I couldn’t control my child. I couldn’t make her stay in time out. I couldn’t prevent her from having several hysterical screaming fits a day.
And I realized it wasn’t my fault. Maybe I wasn’t the worst mom on the planet. And maybe God didn’t hate me, after all.
Because he was so calm. So laid back. So easily disciplined. So far from dramatic.
This Boy… He is such a good kid. A few weeks ago he was home sick and I had a doctor’s appointment that I had to go to. So, I left him home with strict instructions on how to reach me, not to answer the door or phone, etc. etc. etc. When I came back home I found him in the living room watching “The Universe” on Discovery Channel. How many 9 year olds when left unaccompanied would choose some brainy science program over SpongeBob or Phineas and Ferb? It’s unnatural, I tell you.
He is going to be smarter than me in a matter of years. That will be embarrassing.
Anyway, Happy Birthday to my best boy. I don’t know what I would do without you.