Yikes. Jim and I are now old enough to have a sixteen-year-old son. I can’t believe how quickly the years have flown by. It seems like yesterday he was only a baby! We used to tell the kids on every birthday (TEASING! TEASING! But not really), “You have X years left before you’re outta here!” (subtracting new age from the number 18) This boy started telling people that when he was a youngster: “Well, I’m nine now. Only nine more years before I have to get out of the house.” When he became a teen, the reality set in that this time was going to fly by, and maybe it wasn’t necessary for him to leave right at eighteen. Now that he’s sixteen (and getting his license in the next two weeks!), I will not utter those words. In fact, the idea that he will be eighteen in two years and ready to really spread his wings makes me sad and panicky. So let’s not talk about that, shall we?
He was born on, as he used to say, “June twenny-firss. Firss day of summer.” We tease him and tell him how June 21 is not only the longest day of the year, but it was the longest day in our lives. (ha ha?) Although we were completely and totally blessed at the end, his birth was, let’s say, not fun for anybody involved. But that’s another story.
Yesterday in the car with Aunt Julie and the boys, we were reminiscing about things the kids used to say and do when they were younger. We were laughing our heads off. Wait: that was mostly Julie and me.
Examples of the SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD’s adorable past? Here we go!
*He would hold out his hands (like Vanna White) and say, “Wookit dis!” (look at this)
*”SARABI!” (from the Lion King: he would stand up and scream her name, just like Scar did)
*He used to spin himself around, say he was “Makin’ dizzy”, and then when he stopped spinning he would, in his altered state, sway back and forth and say “It’s on now!”
*He would declare, “Grandpa says NO!”
*He used to answer his many toy phones by quickly putting one to his ear and saying “Ho?”
I could type up memories for hours, but maybe we need some photo help:
He has made us prouder and prouder as the years have gone on. It seems totally wrong to have such a kind, generous, caring, smart, and funny teenager (two actually) who we can claim as our son(s); aren’t teens supposed to be wicked and spiteful? Not this one! Happy Birthday to our old(er) son! We love you very, very much!