May 08, 2011

The Two Sides of Mr. T

My sons have a very dry sense of humor. People laugh hysterically at Bones now because it's kind of unexpected. He looks like a slap stick kind of kid, but he says things now that are very wry and it will take a couple seconds before an adult will realize that it is an adult dryness... and they'll start to laugh, probably harder than if it had been an adult, just because it came from Bones.

I can't remember what it was, but we were at the Band Mixer on Tuesday and Bones said something very dry and humorous to a friend of mine. We both busted out laughing and I said to her, 'I know, I live with him, but I'm still surprised when his sense of humor is so wry...' to which she laughed harder and said, 'Why?! He is YOUR son!"

And my husband is sarcastic and dry and really... it was unavoidable.

But this isn't really about that... but about my second son and how the dry sense of humor, the lines said flatly that are humorous in our hearts, are just one aspect of his personality.

It is when the deeper side comes through... that I realize what is truly in his soul.. something I forget at times.

The Band Mixer was something his new high school puts on in May. All the incoming Freshman come and they sit with their band section, get to know the band students, eat pizza, drink soda, eat dessert... and play music. They have games as ice breakers and by the time it's over, the incoming freshman is relaxed and knows there are 90 kids waiting for him/her on that first day of school... and they have an immediate family.

You aren't a freshman when you are in band. You may be in 9th grade, but you aren't a freshman. You're a member of the band. Period.

So I brought Mr T and he glued himself to Son#4 who is a clarinet player in the band. Ringo hung with his friends, and T hung with Son#4. Son#4 has it all going on... he's making the grades, he's a good looking kid, he's fit, and he has friends. He's a quiet young man, but with T as his wingman, he was pushing T to be active, involved, and had him playing the games and making friends.

By the end, Mr. T knew everyone in the trombone and trumpet section, and had been fully accepted by Son#4 and Ringo's friends. He had a family.

We got in the car and T said to me, "You know what the brass section said? They said I have the same sense of humor as Ringo. They said I have a dry sense of humor that is quiet and funny, but they think I laugh more than he does..."

Ringo replied absent mindedly while texting his buddies, "What did you expect? We're brothers!"

Mr. T is on Yearbook Staff. This being his 8th grade year, they are to pick quotes for under their photo. A little blurb is written about what school they want to go to, what their aspirations are, what superlative they were elected... and a quote.

In the car Sunday, coming back from Mother's Day at the beach I heard him talking to his brothers.

Me: And when do Yearbooks come out?

T: I think next week or so. Not sure. And they didn't let me use my quote.

Bones: You're kidding me. Ahhh, man. For real?

T: Nope.

Ringo: I thought it was funny...


Bones: It was hysterical!

Me: Wait. What was your quote?

T: The beatings will continue until Morale improves.

Me: *blink* You're kidding...

T: Nope. She wouldn't let me put it. So I changed it.

Me: Hunh. *expecting something witty now...* what did you put instead?


Me: Well?

T: I decided if I couldn't be funny, then I needed to be serious. I remembered Tim Tebow and what he tries to convey. I put John 3:16.

Me: You... wrote out John 3:16... as your class quote for graduation?

T: Yeah. It felt right.

And he didn't just put... John 3:16.

He wrote it.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

Of my three boys, he has always been the more spiritual one. He is the one that has deep religious discussions with me. He is the one... of great faith.

Do you know how hard it is, in our secular society to be so upfront about your beliefs? This is his 8th grade yearbook. This is the picture everyone will flip to, because we all do it... we all look to see, 'Where are they going? What funny quote did they pick? What was his/her superlative?" All the kindergardners, all the kids he's known until now... they will all look.

And unabashadly, that was the quote he chose. That is his last statement to his school, in print. No shame, no concern of being teased by other kids...

... it was him being him.

I love that.

Posted by Boudicca at May 8, 2011 09:24 PM

Wow, you have a lot to be proud of.

Posted by: AC at May 10, 2011 08:46 PM

I love the fact that... he really doesn't care what people think about him. He is so different from my first son, who is paralyzed in all he does by what people think. T could not give a rat's a$$ and he'll flippin' tell you to step off.

I hope he stays that way... with a dash of tact.

Posted by: Bou at May 10, 2011 08:59 PM

What AC said and what you said. Great kids don't just happen. They're raised.

Posted by: Curtis at May 10, 2011 10:08 PM

Awesome. You've done a great job with all three of them.

Posted by: Mary at May 11, 2011 12:12 AM

Mr T and all of your boys are wonderful. It has been great watching them grow up... now if I could figure out how to help my boys turn out as nice. Sigh.

Posted by: vwbug at May 11, 2011 04:33 AM

We aren't without out demons in this family. I don't want it to make it sound like we're the frickin' Waltons. We're not... oh so far from it. As a matter of fact, I'm currently fighting with my older two. This school year needs to come to an end. But I was happy he does what he wants to do...

VW- You have AWESOME kids. I love your kids!

Posted by: Bou at May 11, 2011 05:57 AM

Okay the first one had me laughing hysterically - excellent quote and too bad they wouldn't let him use it.

It really is awesome that he doesn't give a crap what anyone else thinks and goes his own way - not too many kids would pick his second quote - good for him. He'll go far.

Posted by: Teresa at May 11, 2011 12:48 PM

And to think my middle son showed up to finals wearing a Panda costume he bought online.

Ah, how proud I am....that he doesn't give a rat's ascot what people think of him. LOL

Posted by: Rave at May 11, 2011 06:21 PM