At 12:41 pm, my son arrived into the world on this very day. It’s hard to believe it’s been TWELVE years. I now have a 7th-grader who plays trombone. Who loves Star Trek and Dr. Who. Who thinks about Minecraft more than school work and who laughs out loud at Diary of a Wimpy Kid books. Who thinks making movies from books “is dumb” (because we all know the book is way better).
It seems so long ago but at the same time it seems like yesterday. I still remember the day he was sitting in his bouncy chair and discovered he had hands and they were the coolest things EVER. And the day, shortly after learning to walk, he slipped and fell and conked his head on the coffee table. Which, of course, made me feel like the WORST PARENT EVER.
Now he’s riding the bus home from school. I realized with some trepidation that it’s not long before he’ll be driving. Not long before he’ll be a freshman in high school. Not long before he’s graduating and heading off to the next step of his life, whatever that may be.
So happy birthday to my little boy who’s not so little any more.