I”m just going to start this post with a plea for the obvious….Someone please hand me a glass of wine. My son turned 13 today and I am totally unprepared for this. What? You are reading this at 7 AM on a weekday? I don’t care, I now am the proud owner of one teenaged boy and I think I need it. Don’t judge.
I don’t know how this happened and I certainly did not give my permission for this to occur. When Mr. C was born, he was such a tiny little thing….barely six pounds. He required a lot of attention….I lost a lot of sleep. In those midnight hours, I imagined him being a toddler, in grade school….maybe even as old as 9 or 10. My thoughts never wandered beyond that.
When 9 and 10 came and went, I started living moment by moment thinking every day that this sweet little boy would turn into a surly kid. But he didn’t.
11 and 12 hit…and still I waited, dreading the moment he would figure out I’m not cool. Still nothing.
So 13 looms today and guess what? The kid still loves me, hugs me in public and laughs with me. Crazy, right? He is now only starting to roll his eyes at me. Obviously, my parenting skills are amazing and I’ve done something far superior to garner such admiration and love.
Or maybe I haven’t.
Maybe Mr. C is the kid I always dreamed I’d have. So full of love and hope, with such a big sense of self and a good dose of humor to boot. Maybe he is what I prayed for, someone who would love me the way I loved my own Mother. A person who knows himself so well he is comfortable in his own skin and isn’t afraid of showing what he feels.
A better version of me.
Mr. C, I love you beyond the ability to express it in words, but you know this already. You are a rock in my life, my go to for a quick smile or a stupid joke. You are my touchstone. You mean the world to me….please don’t ever change because you are perfect just the way you are sweet boy.
So much love,
Mom
PS: If I could suggest one tiny improvement, if you could get along with your sister that would be the bomb. For real.
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I guess that glass of wine is in *celebration* then. Great job! He sounds like the kid I want…in 9 years.
And happy birthday, Mr. C!
Mr. C is the most wonderful boy ever!
I concur Gotchy!!! Mr. C is awesome!
Happy birthday, Mr. C! Of course, it does help that he has an awesome mom who likes to laugh and smile. Yup, apple and the tree.. xoxo
The surly part, moodiness, etc… in boys, that shows up somewhere during 8th grade from my experience. I hope you’re lucky and avoid it. If not, I’ll send wine. A whole bottle, because you’ll need it.
This is just too sweet for words….Happy Birthday Mr. C!
You are greatly to be envied! And so is Mr. C, of course, for having you as a mom. Happy Birthday dude!
Ah, happy birthday to your sweet boy.
I’ll send you a (virtual) case of wine – because you are gonna need it. Even though he sounds fabulous – and will most likely stay fabulous because of your mad mom skills – there WILL be moments….trust me.
Hey it’s me I just wanted to say I love my mom and dad and can’t imagine life without them. I feel embarrassed sometimes but it is fun having them around love you mom
Mr. C
Teenagers are awesome. Two of my four are there, and one is coming up in May. Cherish these days. Soon, it’s all stiff arms and eye rolls . . .
My tiny baby is 14 now, and honest to heaven, there are days when I’ll be doing whatever, cleaning the house, driving home from work, and suddenly, I’ll be crying because my baby is going to move out of the house (God willing. I mean, I love him and everything, but seriously) in a mere four years. Three, really, since he’s on track to graduate high school and head to college when he’s 17. This whole thing is great, but GAH!!
All that said, happy birthday to your charming son. And you, mom? Prepare for a whole new world of weird teenage boy smells.
made me well up and then crack up at the end! I love you both to pieces! Actually, I love everyone in your house to pieces!
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