Twelve! I can not believe it.
I so remember the joy and giddiness of finding out (after one whole month of trying) that I was pregnant with you. Your dad…well…shock is a better word. He thought he would have more time to get used to the idea of maybe having a third child. Five years after our second child and 6 years after our first. Shock. Pretty sums up his reaction. At first. But don’t think he wasn’t overjoyed. He was. That Man loves his kids.
Pregnancy with you was a dream. Easy. Little tummy trouble. Little pre-term labor. I. Felt. Good. Six hours labor and delivery from start to finish. And the joy of having you the day before my birthday. No one could ask for a better 35th birthday than I had! The entire wing was empty. My bff, Beth, was working the desk and keeping the over-zealous 22 year old nurse out of my face. Life. Was Sweet.
Well, except for the screaming. You came out screaming. You screamed for three years. After three years, you stopped. Coincidentally when your dad left for the War College in Rhode Island and we stayed here. You really just wanted to sleep next to your momma at night. And so you did while dad was gone. Shhh. Don’t tell him.
You were an early walker and an early talker. By 14 months you were putting words together. By 18 months you were speaking in sentences. We, and your pediatrician, were floored. You were also the one we couldn’t leave alone. For a second. Only you have had to have stiches. Only you have had to have x-rays for possible broken bones. You are our best, all-around athlete. We know that if you choose to, you could easily letter in three sports in high school. But football and basketball are your passions.
You are already as tall as I am. If not a bit taller.
You hate math. Hate, hate, hate it. And it shows in your grades, unfortunately. But you promise to do better. I totally believe you.
You switch back and forth between the following life-time professions: West Point Military Academy so that you can invent and/or improve weapons. Or University of Miami to play football. I’m not sure which one scares me more.
You have an amazing singing voice. You loved taking piano lessons. But you hated to practice.
This is your last year in elementary school. We have had a child at your elementary school for 13 consecutive years. I’m not so sure they won’t be happy to see the last of us!
I love that you still sneak a hug and a smooch from me. I hope you always will.
Interview with a twelve-year-old:
So, today is your birthday. Did you wake up thinking about it? No. I didn’t even know it was my birthday because I’ve been sick for awhile.
What do you want for your birthday? A cell phone.
Think you’re going to get it? Maybe.
Who do you like better…me or dad? laughing…I can’t choose.
Why not? cuz you’re both so awesome.
What do you want to be when you grow up? Pro football player.
Will you say, “hi mom” when you’re on camera at the super bowl? yeah.
What team do you want to play for? Redskins.
What kind of car do you want? 1971 Black Corvette, Sting Ray
Can I drive it? yes.
Can I have it? no.
How many children do you want to have? Three.
Boys or girls? Mix
What’s your favorite tv show? Spongebob.
Who do you like better…Lucy or Philip? Sigh. Philip.
Is it because you’re afraid he’ll beat you up if you don’t say him? No, because he’s my same gender.
What is gender? Like male or female.
What’s your favorite animal? A hippo.
Why a hippo? Because they are big and cool.
Is there something you need to tell me or want to tell me? Nope.
Are you a republican or a democrat? I don’t know.
Who’s going to be the next president? I don’t care.
Do you like George Bush? Ouch (spilled hot tea on leg.) Yes.
What’s your favorite movie, ever. I haven’t seen Meet the Spartans yet. The Spongebob Movie.
What your favorite meal? Breakfast. Bacon, eggs, sausage, little cute biscuits, and that’s it.
You don’t want to go to IHOP for your birthday? Shakes head no. (we’re going to TGI Fridays)
When you’re a rich and famous football player, what is the first present you’re going to buy me? 50th Anniversary Corvette.
And that’s why he’s my favorite.