Happy Birthday Alex!
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Today is my eldest son's birthday. He is thirteen. THIRTEEN!!! How crazy is that? Surely I don't have a teenager. I can't possibly be old enough... What with my own re-celebration of the 9th anniversary of my 27th birthday last August... Could it be?
Jokes aside, I think he's growing into an amazing young man. Granted, there are times he doesn't complete tasks asked of him (last nights dishes - "I will" - funny, I see them sitting on the counter waiting for me...) but I think that's typical for kids. He is respectful of others. His teachers say that he is a polite young man who is over the top concerned for others and they emphasize that it is refreshing and different to see that in kids these days. He encouraged our family to go back to church (It is quite a struggle getting 5 of them ready to go). He makes sound decisions when it comes to the important things. Basically, while there's still a way to go before adulthood, I'm thinking we're heading in the right direction and can pat ourselves on the back for this one.
His birthday also brings about reflection. My pregnancy with Alex was the changing point in my life. And my husbands. Time to be an adult (not that I was a teen parent - I was 23 when he was born) and responsible for someone else. I was the first of my generation to have kids - not that that was surprising - I'm the oldest... but still, a change for both sides of our family. It also was the starting point of my upward spiral of weight gain. Not that I was ever a super thin person. High school was about a 10-12 (which I'd kill for now...), college was down to a 5 (yeah, not really planning on that again) but then back up to about a 10-12 for a while. Until pregnancy. Then it didn't matter, right? I could eat whatever I wanted, right? After all, I was eating for two (two what, hippos? rhinos?). And so it began. And continued.
He also struggles with weight. He's not super heavy or unhealthy. But he is on the low end of overweight for his age. He has been since he was 7ish. He gets it - already... the struggle. I feel bad because I know its in his genes and he developed unhealthy habits from me. But he is amazingly my biggest supporter outside of sparkpeople. Yes, my husband is on board. (although he still looks around for what else is being presented when I put salad on the table as the entrée once a week...). But John has never had a weight struggle - blessed with a good metabolism or something. But Alex encourages. He seems to sense those moments when I NEED a cookie and just smiles. But the majority of the time, he just shows interest. "Mom, did you get to work out today" or "Did you meet your calorie goals today" (he is the only one awake in the morning when I'm trying to plan out my day to meet/balance my calories/protein/carbs/fats...
). He deserves to have a more active mother - one that gets up off her butt, puts healthy food on the table (this was never a problem unless you're counting portion size...), and sets a good example. But I think it's pretty cool that he recognizes the effort I've got going on here.
All in all, I think I have a pretty amazing kid. Happy birthday to Alexander John!