I can not believe that it was thirteen years ago today, at 2:40pm (a Wednesday, by the way) that I was blessed with the most awesome kid I’ve ever known; and I’ve known a lot of kids. My boy, 3B as I call him (on here at least) was born May 15, 2002.
There’s been ups and downs in his life, sometimes being hard – as life can be – he’s gone through some deaths in the family, watched me have triple bypass heart surgery, had a lot of knocks, stitches, staples, skids and scrapes. He’s a pretty good baseball player when he gets into it and although I’ve been a “gamer” all my life, he is better at 13 than I will ever be at my fresh 44 years. I’d venture to say that there is nothing this kid can do if he just would, even if he is a stubborn, bull-headed Taurus.
He’s at that age, though. That age where all his working brain cells fall to the floor of his brain and the hormones jump on top of them. He makes many bad decisions, as we all do, and he will pull out of the funk he’s been in. I won’t go into that because I don’t think it defines him. His character, his empathy, his kindness, his wit, his humor; those things define him. I also refer to him as “my world,” often, as he certainly is. I’ve never known love like I know with him. As much as I love The BCPF, Ma Mère, Ma Père and Sister Dearest, I love this kid more than anything in the the Universe. He’ll be awesome, no matter what he does. Love ya, buddy!
Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
<strong?”Until you have a son of your own… you will never know the joy, the love beyond feeling that resonates in the heart of a father as he looks upon his son.” – Kent Nerburn