Today is my middle one's 13th birthday. He's my only boy. He's crossed over into the teenage years. How did that happen? One would think that being the only boy, he would be able to circumvent that nasty middle child syndrome, but alas, it is not to be. I actually think he got a double dose just to make my life all the more wonderful.
So, middle one, in honor of your birthday, there are a few things I want to tell you.
I am very proud of you. I know that I can be especially hard on you sometimes, but it truly is because I love you and want the best for you. You have so much potential, and you know how I hate wasted potential.
You are a good boy. You have a warm and loving heart. That will take you far in your life's journey. You really are an old soul and as you age, that will come to mean more to you.
This past year and the next few years will be challenging. Know that it gets better as you get older and nothing lasts forever. Just hang on to who you are and you'll go far.
As is my birthday tradition with him, I awoke him with a hug. I laid down beside him and hugged him and wished him a happy birthday. He asked me to scratch his back, which is his habit. As I think about this, I wonder will this be the last time for our little tradition? Will he think he's too old for his mom to lay down with him and give him a hug and scratch his back, next year? Maybe, maybe not, either way it's okay. I know it's a part of the process. ( But I will miss the little boy you were.)
Happy birthday, middle boy. I love you, Mom.