It’s Michael’s 14th birthday today!
Boy, how times have changed! No more frightening-to-organize birthday parties with hated-by-mothers-everywhere loot bags. Just a couple of friends called over for a game of D&D. Mom gets to hide out in the bedroom and watch a movie on TV. (Of course, Reid got to play D&D.)
Rather than looking forward to potty-training, I get to look forward to sending him to high school next year. Rather than learning to ride a bike, I get to look forward to him learning to drive (in a couple of years).
One thing has remained constant throughout the years: arguing his point. In this one thing, Michael hasn’t changed since he was 3. (Last night, Reid pulled out an old home movie, and I had to laugh over 5-year-old Michael’s arguments that he had NOT forgotten to put the Ronnie-child-proof lock on the cupboard after just having gone in to get cereal, it must have been mommy.)
All in all, I’ve been blessed with an incredible, intelligent, loving child whom I very much respect and adore. Someone remind me of this when we start going through teenage-hell (which hasn’t really started yet!)