My 13 year old...
Yep. Wyatt had a birthday, yesterday. He's choosing to delay his "family party" until we're all together, on vacation next month, but we did have a special dinner and his favorite dessert - raspberry pie.
I am truly boggled to think that we've been on this parenting journey for thirteen years. It couldn't have been so long ago that Wyatt was scooting around the living room on his back (he didn't crawl), fascinated with rockets, doing toddler Elvis impersonations ("Goodness! Gracious! Great balls of fire!"), taking naps, and doing the "fakie baby" dance.
But today I have a 13 year old that mows the lawn, rides his bike to piano lessons and back, has figured out more about his digital camera than I will ever learn, writes and illustrates his own stories, and knows things. That I don't.
He makes me crazy sometimes... being such a boy, with energy oozing out of every pore. (Do they all think it's their mission in life to dismantle my house, and then my sanity?) But I'm in awe of his quick mind, his coordinated body, and the growth we're seeing in many areas.
So, congratulations to my oldest, my 13 year old!
Happy Birthday... and many more :0)