Six months ago, my 13-year-old son got angry with me for complaining about his teenage attitude here. What I was really talking about was that I didn’t want him to grow up. Still, I decided to respect his privacy and not write about him anymore. All was well and good until I wrote about a walk I took with his sister and the meal she made with their father.
My son’s response: “Why don’t you ever write about me?”
Truth is, I have wonderful things to say about him and the person he is. I just haven’t written about them because I didn’t want to embarrass him.
Well, kid, you asked for it … Here are just a few of the many reasons I love you:
- You are whip-smart, witty and downright hilarious. But you’re also sweet, gentle and compassionate.
- We have a connection that goes beyond firstborn and mother. I truly enjoy your company and our friendship. I hope we always have it.
- I see my father in you and my grandmother — two of the people I loved most. You are an old soul, a quiet observer with a caring heart.
- You are wise beyond your years, and you keep me on my toes with your ideas and questions. Sometimes I honestly have no clue what you are talking about, but I love learning from you.
- When I am edgy or sad and think no one can tell, you notice. You see the things others miss and you care enough to ask about them. You will make some lucky girl a fabulous husband someday.
- You will also be a wonderful father. You are patient with and kind to little kids. They love you because you take the time to interact with them.
- You are an exceptionally gifted musician. When you play the piano, it makes my heart ache. All the passion you feel comes out in your playing.
- You worry about your little sister and you look out for her at school. Even though you two fight like crazy much of the time, you are a loyal and loving brother.
- You tell me you love me whenever you say goodbye — in person or on the phone, and even when your friends around. Don’t stop doing that. Ever.
- I never thought I would have kids, but suddenly I wanted one. It’s as if I knew you were coming and how wonderful you would be. Thank you for changing my life and being the best son I could ever have.
My little sweetheart on his first birthday. He just woke up from a nap and wasn't quite ready to party.
this. is so beautiful. 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
Thanks, Christina. He’s a pretty cool kid, if I do say so myself.
Sounds like you have an amazing son! I have 2-oldest and youngest.
Aren’t boys awesome? I was so nervous when I found out I wasn’t having a girl my first time out. I thought, “What will I ever do with a boy?”
What a great photo. My oldest baby is 19 and in his first year of college. It’s getting easier to let go. Know that he is becoming a man and I need to let him make his own decisions. When he was home Thanksgiving, someone commented to me how much he had matured. A woman in her 40s without children said, “That’s the payoff isn’t it. When you see how they turned out after all those years of parenting.” It is. It makes me feel like a huge page has turned. But it’s good.
Awwww! You just made me tear up. Thank you for making me see the positive side of it.
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I love this! My teen doesn’t make the blog nearly as often as my 8yo, both b/c some of the things I’d love to blog about would embarrass him and b/c I spend less time with him since he goes out more with friends.
It’s hard to find the balance between blogging honestly and protecting their privacy, isn’t it?