my parents started me in school when i was four, which meant i was always the youngest in the class. in fact my entire life i have always had older friends and it is just fine. when everyone in seventh grade all turned 13, i was excited that i had just turned 12 and when i turned 13 in 8th grade my mother got me a t-shirt that said “13; A Teenager At Last!” i think i wore the shirt once considering that it was a size too small and i found it incredibly embarrassing. but its the thought that counts right? Right.
well in less than two days, our nick will be turning 13 and i find myself fighting the urge to get him the same t-shirt. of course i wont, i do everything, and i do mean EVERYTHING, to save him from any type of embarrassment. instead he is making out with an xbox 360 a yankees hat and a bunch of other fun things that i think nick may only appreciate. but its not about the things it, at least for me, is more about the small, functional, family unit we have made in our little apartment. i wasn’t there when his life started, and i wasn’t there for the first words or first steps, but i have been there for the first serious (as serious as 7th grade can be) girlfriend, first game on the big baseball field, his first pull up, first year of school getting all A’s and B’s and only one tardy and one detention and numerous other everyday little things that are shaping him into a wonderful young man.
gone now are the tweener attitudes, we get teen-attitudes now. gone also are the times when he sings “smack that” and i cant quite think there is any innocence there anymore. his future is bright and i know he has a safe, soft place to fall, because that is what i can do for the scrawny 10 year old i met three years ago while we played catch in the backyard. he is no longer scrawny and has a cannon for an arm. it is amazing how much can change in just a few short years and i am so excited to see what the future has for him.
Happy Birthday Nick!!