January 20, 2008

My Middle Son

Today is my middle son’s birthday. He is 11 today. In my head he has been 11 for awhile… he just… seems 11. He has hit this crazy growth spurt and yesterday I had to go out and buy him more shorts for school. Yes, here in January, the kids in S. FL wear shorts to school. I’ve never had to buy school clothes in mid-year, but yesterday I did.

He seems bigger to everyone. It actually started to happen when I was out of town. I went away in October for a long weekend with my sister when we went to the Straight White House, and when I came back, I kept staring at him. He had grown in those four days. And it kept on kept on.

He’s not getting the narrow face of a man yet, it is just length in legs and torso. He is lean. He went from wearing size 7 shorts at the beginning of the school year to 10 slims as of yesterday and I’m not sure they’ll make it through the end of the year.

My middle boy, small in size, big in brain and athleticism, beautiful features that have not taken on the manly look yet, girls will be crazy for him one day. I hear there is a little girl with a crush on him now… a girl whose parents I know and like very much. She is a smart and cute girl and is actually… one if his best friends. Those are the girls I’d like to see have a crush on him. The nice girls from the nice families that have a good brain and think.

As he said to me a few years ago when I told him to really look at the smart girls, remembering the years I was overlooked as a young girl, ‘Mom, smart is good, but I think smart AND pretty is better…’ Heh.

He is my boy that can sleep through anything. When we went to NYC 14 months ago, the kid slept everywhere. I have pictures of him sleeping on the subway, sleeping sitting up on a bench, anywhere he could be warm and comfortable, he would sleep. He is my child that is up with the sun and asleep by 9. Life was good when he learned how to turn on the TV by himself in the mornings… I’d have a glass of chocolate milk in the fridge for him and his little feet would putter in the dark, into the kitchen, get his chocolate milk and then watch TV while the rest of the house slept. He was four and it was usually 6AM… sometimes earlier.

He is a straight A student, completely self motivated and driven. He is his own person and rarely cares what anyone else thinks. He has an enormous sense of justice… injustices make him insane. But life is not fair and we are working on it… but to him, life is very black and white. His life should prove to be interesting…

He is rather unforgiving and can be harsh on others, something he acquired honestly from his mother. We are working on that too. He is the harshest upon himself.

His dinner of choice tonight? Hamburgers and hot dogs with an angel food cake with fudge frosting, strawberries and chocolate leaves. He helped me make the chocolate leaves. He is always quick to help me in the kitchen, which is a good thing as my boys need to be able to take care of themselves.

Mr. T in NYC on the subway
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Mr. T in the middle of a hotel lobby (he was nearly snoring)
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Mr. T at Morrigan’s wedding… wearing a kilt when his brothers would not.
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Mr. T playing the Trombone at my folks' on Thanksgiving... funny story. He picked out a piece he knew we'd all knew, forgetting that he plays the harmony. We all clapped politey, having NO CLUE what in the hell he played.
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Mr. T with his brothers picking out our Christmas Tree. I haven't been asked lately if they all have the same father. Last year I had that asked, what, three times in one month?
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Mr. T’s birthday cake.
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In 11 more years, he will be 22. These last 11 went so quickly, I cannot imagine how the next 11 will go… he will be a man before I know it.

Happy Birthday, Mr. T. Should all the children be so blessed to be as loved as you are… for if they were, I suspect the problems of this world would be so very different…

Posted by Boudicca at January 20, 2008 09:44 PM | TrackBack

Happy Birthday, Mr. T!!!

Nice post, too, Bou...

Posted by: That 1 Guy at January 20, 2008 10:24 PM

Thanks, T1G. He's so yummy. I'm glad he still leans into me and lets me nuzzle the top of his head. I figure he'll be too tall for that in the next couple years.

Posted by: Bou at January 20, 2008 10:28 PM

I feel like I love him and I don't even know him. What an awesome young man you've got there...a renaissance man, no doubt. A happy and a healthy birthday to him. Oy, could you just eat that face up???

Posted by: Erica at January 20, 2008 11:10 PM

*leaves candles for cake*

*thinks about it*

*steals a little cake*

*runs away*

Posted by: Harvey at January 20, 2008 11:30 PM

Happy Birthday Mr. T!

One of my favorite memories of Mr. T is sitting on Morrigan's couch a couple of years ago with the boys, watching cartoons, and he slowly moved close to me until he was right by my side, fitting just nicely. Then at one point, he turns up to me and smiles, pokes my arm and says, "you have big muscles". Too funny.

Posted by: Sissy at January 20, 2008 11:30 PM

Happy birthday, Mr. T!!! Humor your mom and be 11 for as long as she wants! Oh ... I so wanna piece of that cake!

Posted by: Peggy U at January 21, 2008 01:16 AM

Happy birthday Mr. T!

Posted by: sticks at January 21, 2008 06:15 AM

Happy Birthday, Mr T!! :)

Posted by: pam at January 21, 2008 06:47 AM

He is a special boy. I love how he is willing to help with my boys at breakfast and always has a smile. Give him a hug from me and the boys.

Posted by: vw bug at January 21, 2008 07:02 AM

... beautiful, beautiful post.... happy birthday to your middle son!.... and yes, I do believe that your last sentence holds a LOT of truth.... happy birthday Mr. T!...

Posted by: Eric at January 21, 2008 07:55 AM

A very Happy Birthday (belated) to Mr. T! And a wonderful post Bou.

Posted by: Teresa at January 21, 2008 10:47 AM

Happy Birthday, T!

Posted by: caltechgirl at January 21, 2008 01:21 PM

Happy Belated Birthday...what a wonderful post for a wonderful boy.

Posted by: Mrs. Who at January 21, 2008 09:34 PM

my MAN! Don't EVER let ANYONE tell you we don't look freaking MANLIER in a kilt!

Happiest of Birthday's Mr. T!!!!

11 is so cool!

Posted by: Jay- the friendly neighborhood piper at January 21, 2008 10:31 PM

Happy Birthday to Mr. T!! Yay 11!!!

Posted by: Richmond at January 22, 2008 11:21 AM