Sunday, November 18, 2012
Today I give thanks for my son. He came into this world right on time, looked around, and unceremoniously went straight to sleep. He slept most of the night right from the start. He was so quiet and mellow…little did we know what a tornado we had on our hands.
He was mischievous, precocious and as one teacher told me “too darn cute and sweet to scold”. He went through his childhood full tilt, no holds barred. The “Nick Stories” are too numerous to relate. Here are two though that I think best describes the essence of my son then and now.
Once we were riding in the car and he was staring out the window. He turned to me and asked, “Mom, when your brain is not thinking about anything in particular, does it still keep thinking?” I said yes son I think it does. He replied, ever so seriously, “I thought so cause mine just did it.”
The other time was one 4th of July. He wanted to put off some poppers (those little things you throw on the ground and they pop) in the living room. My husband told him he couldn’t put them off in the house. They went back and forth about it a few times. Finally my husband told him he was going to whip him if he didn’t take them outside. Then my son says, again ever so seriously, “Dad just let me put off one and then you can whip me.”
Son, raising you hasn’t always been easy, but it was always interesting…to say the least. There are days I want to strangle you and there are days when I want to hug you tight. There are days when you try my patience and days when you make me laugh until my sides hurt. You love your family and you would protect them with your life. You are the best uncle in the world (according to your two nieces). No matter how old you get, you will always be my baby boy…and I will always love you!