The Boy

I know that The Man and I are so very blessed with our children. While they are hateful and sassy most of the time, they are healthy, happy and smart. Mornings are horrible in the house because for the life of me I will never understand why a 12 year old cannot manage to get dressed, eat a bowl of cereal, brush his hair and brush his teeth without me hovering over him telling him what to do every step of the way. I don't get it - and I guess he will be 18 and i will still be hovering over him telling him to get his flippin' shoes tied so he can get to school...does it ever get better?

But then there is The Boy that is so very kind hearted and still gives me a kiss and tells me that he loves me before he gets out of the car in the morning to go to school. He is the sweet boy that is sad because he doesn't go to school with his friends anymore and when they DO get together...he doesn't understand why they don't want to play with him.

He is the boy that has found a passion for playing the trombone. He hates that he is in choir in front of the kids at school, but inside, he truly loves it because he loves to sing. He is the boy that doesn't want to be singled out - but agreed to enter the solo contest in choir because his teacher asked him to.

And he is smart...The Boy is so very smart. We got his STAR (reading test) results home the other night and he is reading on the level of an 11th grader. He entered the spelling bee today with the other kids in his school (6-8th graders)...and he came in 5th place.

I love him...so much more than he will ever know. I believe in him and all that he does. I know that he could rule the world if he wanted to. I love him and one day when he gets thru these crazy hormones i hope that he truly understands just how much I love him.