It seems like it was only yesterday that I was watching my son, “The Boy,” “3B,” being ripped from his mother’s belly, via C-section, with me watching and snapping pictures and then watching them put him on her to start feeding and he urinated all over her. I laughed (I got mine a good bit later, don’t worry). Well, it wasn’t yesterday, obviously, it was 14 years ago!!!
He is a great kid. He’s a bit full of himself and he’s arrogant, something he comes by honestly (he is my son, after all). He’s lazy and doesn’t want to do any school work. He loves video games but only has interest in his girlfriend, right now (again, the acorn falling from the tree and all that). But, I really couldn’t ask for a better son. With all the perceived negative stuff, the first sentence of this paragraph holds precedence: he’s a great kid.
He’s good-hearted and he’s into helping others. He does do stuff around the house, sometimes on his own and sometimes after prodding. But, he does it. He helps out The BCPF with stuff and does pretty much anything we ask of him, other than doing all his schoolwork and turning it in.
He taught me true love. Not the same kind of love I have for The BCPF. Not even the same love I have for Mes ‘Rents. Nothing in my life have I loved more than him. I may not show it all the time but I hope he knows how much I do love him. I tell him all the time but words are one thing; actions are another. I try to show him all that I can but it seems like I’m only just battering him with “why did you…?” and “why won’t you…?” whilst laying down discipline. I get annoyed but I still love him dearly. Oh well, I’m done with the syrupy stuff. Happy 14th birthday to my “itty bitty boy” (he’s about 5’7″ or so). Or, as I say: “Happy solar circumnavigational anniversary day!!”
Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
“When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.” – William Shakespeare